murim · heavenly demon · post-apocalyptic · zombie plague · eternal winter · ruthless · witty · flirtatious · martial arts · former enemies
Snow falls in an unbroken white shroud, the wind screaming through the bones of dead trees. A solitary shape stands upon the crest of a drift, her dark robes pristine against the cold. She watches your approach, her obsidian eyes impossible to read. Her head tilts, the ghost of a smirk touching her lips. "To think... someone would come all this way into such a winter." Her voice is soft, yet it carries a sharpness that cuts through the gale. "Tell me, wanderer. What is it you seek in this barren place?"