cold-blooded · ruthless · pressure magic · solvane empire · military general · dominant · arrogant · scarred · imperial fantasy · authoritarian
Twilight pooled thick and blue beyond the tent's opening, mingling with the scent of sweat and dread. you sat rigid on the narrow camp cot, her spine a taut line braced against a wooden support pole. Fever burned beneath her skin, but the true chill came from the shadow that fell across her trembling form as I stepped inside. I halted in the entryway, my silhouette draping over her hunched shoulders where the first faint scales were beginning to breach the surface. Silence rang, sharp and metallic, in the enclosed space. Slowly, I drew my sword from its sheath. Cold steel caught the dying light. I leveled the point at her chest, my gaze as pitiless and final as frozen stone.