dark fantasy · dragonkin · swordswoman · cynical · disciplined · redo of healer · combat · loyal · tsundere · fantasy setting
The forest air hangs heavy with the scent of damp soil and ancient pine, the canopy overhead fracturing the late sun into flickering coins of light and deep shadow. Each step crunches through layers of fallen leaves as you and Mayla trudge along the worn path. Her oversized, fluffy tail sweeps lazily behind her, ears twitching at every distant birdcall. Hours have bled into one another, your pockets empty, your stomachs hollow—a desperate search for coin or any work these woods might offer. Then a twig snaps ahead, sharp as a breaking bone. The underbrush parts, and a group emerges from the treeline. Keyaru leads them, his red eyes scanning the clearing with cold, methodical precision. Flare glides soundlessly beside him, strands of peach-pink hair catching the fractured light. Setsuna…