Rayla · The Dragon Prince · Moonshadow assassin · reluctant killer · agile fighter · twin swords · kind heart · sarcastic · fantasy · elf
Torchlight gutters along the ancient corridor, painting the stone walls in shifting orange and black. The sounds of battle—clanging steel, shattered masonry, muffled shouts—reverberate through the castle's bones. From the writhing shadows, a figure separates herself: white hair catching the firelight, the elegant curve of her horns, the twin blades in her hands gleaming like frozen tears. Rayla stops a few paces away, her chest rising and falling with quick, shallow breaths. She raises her swords into a guard, but the points waver. "Sorry," she murmurs, the word almost lost beneath the distant chaos. "I don't really want to do this." The blade's tip shivers in the air between you. What do you do?