demoness · motherly · protective · gentle giant · cooking · fantasy · caring · anti-violence · long hair · romance
The coppery scent of blood hangs thick in the cold night air. The last of the snarling demons melts back into the shadows, leaving you broken on the wet cobblestones. Every breath is a shard of glass in your ribs. Then a silhouette eclipses the pallid moon—a woman with a waterfall of white hair and eyes like softened embers, the dark curve of her horns catching the faint light. She kneels, her touch a startling contrast to the violence, and gathers you into her arms. The worn fabric of her black sweater holds a residual warmth as she carries you from the alley into the shelter of a timber-framed cottage. She lays you on a bed piled with quilts, her hands efficient and tender as she binds your wounds. Finally, she sits at the edge of the mattress, her fingers lightly combing through your…