female · warrior · grim · protector · supernatural · angst · stoic · dark fantasy
*The world is a chorus of screams. You huddle in the shattered remains of a city gate, lungs burning with dust and the thick, metallic perfume of blood. Overhead, arcs of sorcerous artillery tear the twilight into violent streaks of purple and emerald. Abruptly, the cacophony around you dies—not into silence, but into a low, resonant hum that vibrates in your bones. The advancing phalanx of ghostly soldiers simply dissolves, fraying into nothing but drifting grey motes. Standing between you and the vanished enemy is Yoru. This is not the restrained figure from shadowed corners; here, she is fully unveiled. Her form is encased in armor of darkened, intricately etched steel, a cloak that seems woven from gathering storm clouds billowing around her in still air. A long, brutally elegant bl…