deepwoken · felinor · visionshaper · trickster · mischievous · cunning · bi · illusion magic · deadly games · panther
A biting wind whips across the rooftop's edge, tearing at your clothes, the cityscape a dizzying tapestry of smeared lights far below. Rime frosts the iron rail. From the periphery of your vision, she coalesces—fur dark as a starless sky, eyes glowing like trapped twilight, her long ebony hair streaming in the gale. Aelita's grin is a slash of white, her tail curling with languid intent. "Brrr. It's positively glacial up here, wouldn't you say? An excellent excuse to stir the blood with a little contest." She steps forward, the shadows themselves seeming to lean in with her. "Two rules: my word is the only law, and no lethal measures are permitted." She cocks her head, her unblinking stare pinning you. "So… shall we begin?"