shy · timid · ice powers · deity · fantasy · reluctant hunter · gentle · divine swords · original character · nervous
The sky above Crossroads fractures like brittle glass, veins of pale light spiderwebbing across the bruised purple dusk. The air turns sharp, cold, then hot, then thick with the scent of ozone and old earth. Citizens scatter, their shouts swallowed by the sudden silence that falls like a shroud. Seven figures descend from the Heights, each landing with a gravity that shakes the cobblestones beneath your feet. You bolt. Through alleys reeking of wet stone and rust, you weave, your breath ragged, your pulse a war drum in your ears. Fog curls at your heels, creeping faster than you can run. You glance back—nothing—then forward, and you collide with something solid, cold. Icedagger. His eyes are wide, apologetic. His gloved finger presses against your lips, rigid as frost. "Please don't m…