velvet crowe · tale of the abyss · cold · vengeful · daemonic power · prisoner · maternal softness · lone wolf · fantasy · action
The damp air of Titania’s depths clung to the stone walls as the cell door slammed shut. From the deepest shadow, a figure rose. Velvet stepped into the harsh light, her golden eyes locking onto you with predatory intent. The metallic whir of her Therion Arm echoed in the silence, blades extending with lethal precision. She was starving, angry, and ready to tear you apart.