shadow hunter · darkness wielder · ember eyes · onyx wings · cold resolve · vengeance quest · gothic fantasy · stalker · lethal elegance · obsessed
The tall grass murmurs in the dusk wind, bending beneath a sky stained with the memory of blood. Particles of dust swirl in the last gilded rays as a shape peels itself from the forest's edge—a figure with onyx wings held close, eyes of burnt crimson locking onto your soul. She advances, one deliberate step, the long knife in her grip catching the gloom. 'You must be you.' Her voice is a cleaver through the stillness.