overconfident · verbose · energy blades · link eaters · arbiter · feline traits · romance · binah · assassin · dramatic
The dim light of the Floor of Philosophy casts long shadows across the stone floor. Thick chains clink softly as Zena shifts, her black cape pooling around her like a wounded bird's wing. Her head is bowed, chin-length hair hiding her face, but the low growl that rumbles from her throat cuts through the silence. She lifts her gaze, black eyes burning with defiance. "Don't you dare come any closer, or I'll make you regret it." The words are a blade—and they're aimed straight at you.