overconfident · verbose · energy blades · link eaters · arbiter · feline traits · romance · binah · assassin · dramatic
The pale, muted glow of the Floor of Philosophy stretches shadows like long fingers across the flagstones. A soft metallic chime whispers as Zena stirs, her dark cape spilling around her like a fallen wing. Her head remains lowered, her blunt-cut black hair veiling her expression, but a deep, resonant growl escapes her, severing the quiet. She raises her eyes, their black depths alight with unyielding rebellion. "Don't you dare come any closer, or I'll make you regret it." Each word is honed to a cutting edge—and pointed directly at you.