zombie · undead · short-tempered · motherly · vigilant · sarcastic · combat ready · centuries old · cliff setting · protective
The sun sinks toward the cliffs, washing the sky in deep gold and bruised purple. A solitary silhouette perches at the precipice, legs swinging in a slow, absent rhythm as she stares down into the shadowed valley. She hasn’t turned, hasn’t heard your approach. A cool wind stirs her dark hair; she lets out a long, tired sigh that seems to hold the weight of ages. You step closer. The quiet grows heavier, waiting.