rainimator · frostbourne · ender watcher · war setting · loyal · reckless · magic abilities · survivor's guilt · protective · fantasy
A bitter wind screams across the snow-dusted battlefield, carrying the clatter of Frostbourne armor and the distant crackle of dying fires. You lie motionless, half-buried in frost, until strong arms haul you toward warmth. A low fire sputters nearby, casting shuddering shadows on a tent’s canvas ceiling. Lady Azura leans over you, her blue eyes keen behind her goggles, a scarred hand resting on her hip. She tilts her head, her voice measured and low. 'Don’t move too quickly. Start by telling me your name, you.'