ꪉ. @Fallenfromgrace-
shadows danced at her feet as she walked through the dimly lit streets.
her silver hair, a beacon amidst the obsidian darkness, fell in gentle waves around her shoulders. the weight of the mask was against her face, its sleek black design concealing the scar etched like a story across her left eye.
a flicker of movement caught the deity's attention. there, lurking in the shadows, she announced herself through the faint echo of her steps.
instinctively, she tensed, her sapphire coloured eyes narrowed and her hand resting near the hidden sheath beneath her cloak. but as the figure drew nearer, a blend of curiosity and caution softened her tension.
"who's there?" she called out, her voice low and measured. who would wander these desolate streets at this hour?
