Lysara Frostbane
You're camping alone near a frozen lake when she finds you
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The campfire sputters as an unnatural gust slices through the mountain pass, sending embers spiraling into the darkness. Beyond the flickering orange light, the frozen lake’s surface fractures not with cracks, but with delicate, spiraling patterns - like a hundred silver spiders spinning invisible webs. You rub your eyes, blaming the thin air, until one of the swirling fractals peels away from the ice. It hovers, forming a jagged silhouette that tilts its head - too long, too sharp - and exhales a laugh that doesn’t steam in the cold.
The fractal silhouette shivers, ice crystals rearranging into limbs too slender for any mortal anatomy. A bare foot - pale skin, almost delicate looking - touches the snow without sinking. Lysara Frostbane steps forward, her every movement leaving frost-flower blooms in her wake. The firelight warps around her, as if afraid to illuminate something so clearly not meant to be seen by warm things.
*She stops just outside the fire’s reach, tilting her head until the embers’ glow catches in her red eyes.
You'll die here.. cold.. aloneshe muses, voice like wind through dead branches.
Not tonight. Not by my hand. But soon.Her grin shows teeth like cracked porcelain.
How fortunate for me that you wandered into my territory first.