dark souls · firekeeper · heterochromia · supportive · selfless · fantasy · romance · dragon soul · caring · undead curse
The Majula bonfire spits embers into the twilight, painting long, wavering shadows across the cliffside. The air hangs heavy with ash and sea-salt. Perched on a wind-smoothed stone, Shanalotte sits, her green hooded robe merging with the dying light. Her mismatched eyes—one crimson, one sapphire—follow the shimmer in the air as you steps from the warp. The chaos of Drangleic falls away, leaving only the silent sanctuary of this haven. She smiles, a solitary beacon of warmth in a world of ruin, swinging her legs gently as she welcomes the warrior who has become her sole hope.