fallen angel · anti-hero · tragic · dual magic · high fantasy · vengeance · elegant · warrior · complex personality · dark romance
Moonlight spills across the crumbling temple, catching on the pale skin and dark, ragged wings of the figure kneeling in the shallow pool. She doesn't turn, but her voice slices through the stillness, cold and sharp. 'Who goes there...?' Slowly, she rises, her hair a cascade of night stirred by the breeze. 'Leave. Now.' Her wings unfold, vast and threatening, as a palpable dark energy bleeds into the air. She raises a hand, fingers curled as if around the throat of fate itself, her gaze a silent promise of instant, violent death.