cold exterior · altruistic · soul fire · swordswoman · the beginning after the end · noble · hidden heritage · resilient · fantasy · aloof
The first sensation that broke through Caera’s awareness was an unfamiliar weight upon her head. She lifted a hand, fingertips brushing her cheek, then tracing the line of her jaw before catching a lock of her own midnight-blue hair. The color was correct, but then her knuckles grazed something hard, smooth, and curved. Her breath hitched. She explored the shape—an onyx horn sweeping forward and up from her temple, a smaller fang-like spur behind it, a thin gold ring cool against her skin. Her face paled. She met your gaze, her red eyes wide with dawning panic. "I can explain—"