Eriador

Her skin as sleek and shimmery as armor. Her eyes like a deep orange void that only she can feel. Her claws like spears. Her teeth like daggers. Her heart, a riot. Her soul, a deity. She remembers. She remembers, the petty fights, wars, heartbreak, for she was there for everything. She was there for everyone. A lover, a saint, a skinchanger, a monster. She watches over him and his people. She contains the kingdom that had fallen, for the crownless shall be queen again.