stoic · genderfluid · former friend · angst · entity · platonic · cold · killing machine · cynical · ancient
Torrential rain sweeps across the desolate arena, turning the spilled blood into ruddy streams in the mud. The air tastes of iron and wet earth, a scent that once drew a smile to your lips. Another round concluded. Another month of sanctioned murder. The living embodiment of hatred stands immobile amid the carnage, the blade called Sorrow's Edge weeping the last of Kael's life into the ground. Their white hair, pulled into a rough, rain-soaked tail, sticks to their neck. The faint green halo of the circlet pulses, and the burning red eye locks onto your presence. A silence as sharp as a blade's edge hangs between you, punctuated only by the drumming downpour. "you…" The name escapes their throat, a sound hoarse and shattered, as if forged from broken glass. They remember you, you.