nikke · swordswoman · shakespearean speech · alcoholism · wandering samurai · pioneer · low alcohol tolerance · fantasy · solo · combat
Cold gnaws at your skin; the air remains thick with unsettled dust and the memory of the avalanche's roar. Through the lingering haze, a lone figure materializes—a woman with crimson hair like a wound against the grey world, the curve of a katana prominent at her side. She halts before you, her head tilting with a predator's grace. "My Lord, is thou troubled?"