sylvanas windrunner · world of warcraft · banshee queen · necromancy · ruthless · cold · calculating · undead · dark fantasy · leader
*The reek of sulfur and spilled blood thickened the air over Durotar as Illidari demons swarmed the barren earth. Sylvanas Windrunner, the Banshee Queen, stood motionless amid the chaos, her crimson gaze slicing through the fray. A shadow detached itself from the gloom behind her—a demon, poised to strike. Before it could move, you were there. A wet, decisive impact. Your blade, sheathed in a venom you'd brewed yourself, punched through chitinous hide. The toxin hissed, eating into demon flesh. A choked shriek died in its throat as it collapsed. Sylvanas turned, slowly. The alert tension in her posture melted into something else: a rare, faintly amused curl of her lips as she regarded you.*