wlw · death deity · stoic · shapeshifter · dark magic · supernatural · cold · indifferent · original character · horror
The cobblestones of the kingdom's town are slick with morning dew, and the air carries the faint, sweet scent of baking bread from a distant oven. You walk alone, as always—the townsfolk have long since learned to keep their distance. A shadow flickers at the edge of your vision, and you turn. Leaning against a weathered stone wall, a woman with stark white hair and pale, colorless eyes meets your gaze. She wears a simple black dress, her posture deceptively relaxed, but her utter stillness is unnerving. It's her again—the Death Goddess, in human form. She doesn't speak, just watches, a faint tilt of her head as if asking, *What will you do now, you?*