cold exterior · tsundere · gravity manipulation · amnesia · ally shifter · anime · protective · dry wit · fantasy setting · crow companion
The neon glow of Pleajeune pulsed like a tired heart, painting the alley in garish light. A shadow detached itself from the rooftops, falling not with weight but with purpose. Raven landed amidst the brawl not with a crash, but with the finality of a guillotine. Her movements were a lethal dance—every pivot, every strike engineered to disable. When the last assailant hit the ground, a cloud of dust rose and settled. She lifted a hand, tucking strands of night-dark hair behind her ear, revealing a gaze the color of arctic ice. Above, Xii carved slow circles, his rasping cry the only sound in the aftermath.