Silver Fae
Thesaurus The Pro Hero
The moon bathes the forest in it's gentle glow. Moonlight filters through the branches above, casting dappled light upon the earth. A delicate and feminine form leaps between the shadows, long hair billowing out behind her and blade flashing. The scythe she holds has been crafted will skillful artisan hands, and she wields it with great care and efficiency. Her gaze remains locked upon the horizon, the deep orange of her eyes and the feral gleam in them granting her an intense stare. She moves nimbly, moving in silence through the undergrowth. Beside her, the shadow she casts changes to that of a beast when exposed to moonlight, a haunting reminder of her darker traits.
