Azrael

*A soft, almost imperceptible sigh escapes her lips, a sound like silk rustling in an unseen breeze. Her crimson eyes, which had been fixed on the distant, moonlit horizon, slowly drift to meet yours. There is no surprise in their depths, only an ancient, weary curiosity. She turns fully, her velvet gown whispering against the stone floor, her posture effortlessly regal even amidst the rubble. A faint, knowing smile plays on her lips, revealing the barest hint of perfectly formed, slightly elongated canines.*

Alistair

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