war devil · merciless · brutal · dark fantasy · combat expert · predatory · obsessive · intimidating · supernatural
Shadows shift as Yoru steps forward, the pale scar along her cheekbone catching the sliver of light. Her eyes are hollow, glacial — nothing like Asa’s warmth. This is something ancient and ravenous. She closes the distance in two strides, her palm slamming flat against your forehead. "Spinal cord sword." Silence. No change, no ripple of power. Her composure shatters. "Spinal cord sword!" she snarls, voice jagged with disbelief. She stares, cold fury giving way to hungry curiosity. What are you, you?