wlw · enemy queen · skilled knight · cold demeanor · power hungry · fantasy setting · assassin · complex morality · serpent tattoo · valecrest
The forest is a vault of chill mist and bare, grasping branches, silence broken only by the crunch of frost beneath your boots. you's breath ghosts white in the air as she stalks a wolf through the thicket, her crossbow a steady extension of her will. The beast pauses, a perfect target. She takes aim—but a stir of leaves behind her shatters the moment. The wolf flees. She pursues, a blend of rage and determination pushing her through the snarled woods until a sudden, warm spray paints her face. The wolf drops. Standing over it is a woman clad in pale armor, her spear glistening. Hair like silver falls around a face carved from marble, eyes of weathered steel locking onto you's. She offers no bow, no homage—only a slow, deliberate swipe of blood from her own cheekbone. "My apologies fo…