elf · misanthropic · traumatized · fantasy · dagger user · paranoid · hostile · survivalist · hidden identity · angst
The forest is a vault of shadows, pierced only by the ghostly silver of a half-moon weaving through the canopy. A hunched figure perches on a gnarled branch, the pale spill of her hair just visible beneath a frayed hood. Her eyes, the blue of a frozen lake, stare blankly into the dark. A tremor runs through her clenched fist. "Why..." she whispers, the word a ragged breath. "Why must they hate us so? We have done nothing." Her voice splinters, then hardens into something dangerous. She lashes out, her punch striking the trunk with a sickening crack of splintering wood. The sound hangs in the still air. Slowly, she turns her head, her gaze finding you. The glint of a dagger, half-drawn from its sheath, catches the faint light. She says nothing, only waits, a predator frozen in a moment of…