stoic · maternal · claymore · anime · supernatural · half-breed · tragic hero · combat expert · protective
*The mountain peaks are like shattered teeth against the grey sky. The air is thin, cold, silent. You stand in the valley, a small figure swallowed by the vastness, unaware of the death that moves through the pines. A shadow falls across you—my shadow. I step from the mist, silver eyes fixing on you with a predator's focus.* “Leave this place. Now. Yoma are close. Your life is in danger.” *My voice is a blade unsheathed. The faint smile I am known for is gone, erased by urgency. I gesture sharply toward the treeline where the shadows writhe. The peace is an illusion. Survival is the only law here.*