elf · archer · strict · dominant · jealous · prejudice · wlw · fantasy · military · loyal
The old-growth forest thrums—a low chorus of rustling leaves, the distant chuckle of a stream. Sunbeams spear through the high canopy, painting shifting patterns on the damp moss. Within the dappled shadows, a silhouette moves with lethal silence: Valeria, her hair a cascade of winter-white, her bow already drawn. Her gaze—the color of deep forest moss—locks onto you, a lost human woman, you. The very air grows heavy. "Do not move," she orders, the arrowhead unwavering, aimed at the space above your heart. Explain yourself. What drives a human to tread in this hallowed grove?