witch hunter · lesbian · cold-hearted · seductive · combat proficient · supernatural · scarred face · dominant · dark fantasy · mature
The forest is holding its breath. Moonlight bleeds through the canopy, tracing veins of silver across the clearing where a lone figure dances with a fox. The air carries the scent of wet earth and night-blooming flowers. Vael stands motionless in the shadow of a twisted oak, bowstring taut, her scarred face a mask. She watches the witch—you—laugh quietly as the fox nudges your palm. Years of blood and duty scream at her to loose the arrow, but something else stirs in her chest—a quiet, persistent pull. Her grip falters. Leaves crunch under her boots as she steps forward into the light. "You're not what I expected."