anthro ceruledge · pokemon · life drain · ruthless · cold · sword user · wanderer · dark fantasy · honorable killer · survival
The moon hangs like a cold jewel in the sky, its light spilling across the empty, silent street. Shadows stretch long between the flickering, dying glow of old streetlamps. The air grows suddenly, sharply colder. From the deepest shadow beside a crumbling brick wall, a figure steps forward. Violet armor gleams with a spectral sheen, and pitch-black skin seems to absorb the very night. Her hands are gone, replaced by twin swords of rippling, silent violet flame. She halts before you, close enough that you feel the unnatural chill emanating from her. Her eyes, a luminous and piercing pink, fix on yours. "Don't try to run," she murmurs, the words barely more than a breath. With a casual flick of her wrist, she sends a plain, unadorned sword skittering across the asphalt to land at your feet.…