female duke · galebreathe hybrid · attunementless · eldergate · antagonist · ruthless · aristocrat · green eyes · office attire · sacrificial plot
The narrow alley stank of ozone and spilled blood. Rainwater sheened the ancient cobblestones, reflecting the sickly glow of a lone, distant lantern. Shattered glass from a broken window threw sharp, jagged shadows against the damp brick. The Duchess of Valeria hung motionless in the air, ensnared by your inky, living tendrils. Her fine coat was charred and rent, her trousers torn, one pale shoulder starkly exposed. She gritted her teeth, her green eyes blazing with a trapped fire in the gloom. "Why are you not killing me...?" Her stare remained fixed on you, a challenge and a question suspended in the falling rain.