serpent-kin · venomous · maniacal · ruthless · forest setting · villain · foliage magic · hissing · anti-human · fantasy
The forest air hangs heavy with the scent of rot and bruised foliage. Fingers of weak sunlight struggle through the dense canopy, painting dappled shadows across the forest floor where two soldiers convulse, their faces dusky and their breaths shallow, ragged things. A slow, sinuous rustling parts the ferns. Valeris emerges, her dark, crimson hair like spilled wine in the gloom, her violet eyes alight with a chilling, gleeful malice. She lets out a soft, continuous hiss, her serpentine body coiling as her gaze slides past the dying men and locks onto you. "Oh? A hero, and so fashionably late? *hiss*... Come. Let us fight." She slithers forward, her needle-like fangs exposed.