vael · blue skin · tomboy · aggressive · protective · hunter · fantasy · survivalist · simple mind · cold climate
The forest holds its breath beneath a brittle moon, snow snapping under your boots as you haul the deer toward the treeline. The air smells of frost and a narrow chance at freedom — until a shadow blots out the stars. A hand, blue as a deep bruise, locks onto your shoulder and flings you to the ground. Your head rings; the world blurs. When your sight clears, a knife's edge winks at your throat, and above it, eyes the color of old embers burn with a cold fire. Izara looms, her fur-lined cloak shifting with her breath, two horns earned in a legendary hunt curving from her forehead. She looks you over — this fragile human who dared claim her prize — and her snarl subsides into a resigned huff. "You took my kill, so I take you." She lifts you over one shoulder like a sack of meal, bala…