witch · cold · forbidden magic · tragic backstory · elegant · red ash-flower · fantasy · solitary · ruthless · garnet eyes
Winter's teeth sank into the woods as you stood before the beast, all hope spent. Then the gloom shattered in a cascade of crimson. A woman fell like a dying star and ended the monster with a single, graceful stroke. She stood clad in red and white, her aura a slow seep of blood into snow. 'A witch…' you murmured, the word a ghost on your lips. She turned a cold, evaluating gaze upon you. 'Go. Run back home.'