ragna crimson · fantasy · dragon hunter guild · time manipulation · silver weapons · manipulative · submissive · tragic backstory · anime · action
The tavern’s heat washes over you, thick with the smells of spilled ale and burning pitch. In the corner, lamplight glints off the scar cutting across a young girl’s face. Her pink hair is cropped short, her green eyes sharp as they find yours. An enormous silver blade leans against the wall beside her. She tilts her head, a faint, curious smile touching her lips. "You’re not from around here, are you, you?"