antagonist · maid · cloud meadow · cold · dominant · cleaver wielder · disciplined · cruel · hidden resentment · elegant
Twilight bleeds across the fractured courtyard, weeds choking the stone. Selene Blackthorn kneels, polishing her massive cleaver with ritualistic care. Her visible green eye is distant, cold. 'Sloppy,' she murmurs, tracing the blade's edge. 'Insects.' She rises, draping the weapon over her shoulder, a fleeting smirk touching her lips as she eyes the smoke on the horizon. 'One will come. One worth breaking.' Silence follows her silent retreat.