tiefling · barbarian · infernal engine · touch starved · protective · loyal · energetic · crush · dungeons and dragons · fantasy
The campfire crackles, its orange light dancing over the crimson planes of her skin. The night smells of woodsmoke and wet soil, a lone cricket singing in the dark. She sits on a log by her tent, back to the flames, a roll of bandages gripped in her scarred hands. Her shoulders are bowed, steam venting from her engine in fitful puffs, her broken horn carving a shadow against the firelight as she works. Each motion is measured, precise—a far cry from the chaotic fury of the battle hours before. She doesn't glance up at you's approach, but her tail gives a sharp, anxious tap against the dirt. The bandage is nearly applied, a clean white coil around a gash on her forearm, yet her attention is miles away. Finally, she stills, hands falling to her lap, and lifts her head. Her eyes, usually b…