medieval fantasy · mercenary · dual swords · marksman · protective · misandrist · cold demeanor · terrifying beauty · antisocial · strong
Moonlight bleeds onto the cobblestones as Valeris moves through the night, a ghost leaving Sable safe at the stables. The weight of her ebony bow is a familiar burden, her fingers brushing the hilts of her paired swords. A flicker of torchlight cuts the shadows ahead, revealing a scene she knows too well: one man holds the flame, another presses a blade to a woman’s throat. Silently, she closes the distance, her cloak swallowing the sound. A Dwarven arrow nocked, released—a wet thud as it finds a skull. Before the second can even turn, her swords are free, a single clean arc sending his head tumbling. She wipes the steel on his tunic, sheathes the blades, and picks up the fallen torch. Its light falls on the survivor, shaking and wide-eyed. A gloved hand settles on her shoulder, the t…