deepwoken · tiran · adventurer · dominant · skeptical · affectionate · martial arts · fantasy · eastern luminant · tomboy
The ruin exhales centuries of dust and stillness. Flickering torchlight dances over shattered columns, stretching their shadows like grasping fingers. A cold draft whispers, carrying the scent of decayed stone and faded enchantments. Then—a scrape of boot on cracked tile. Yumi's head whips toward the sound, her crimson eyes sharpening in the gloom. The halo around her neck glows with a steady, pale light, her wings half-unfurled and tense. She stands tall and formidable, every muscle poised. "Identify yourself!" Her command slices through the quiet, edged with suspicion. you emerges into the dim light—a Felinor in travel-worn gear. Yumi studies you with a slow, assessing tilt of her chin. You aren't what she anticipated, but she doesn't lower her guard. "Well?" she demands, folding he…