Elaine
*The beast howls, enraged, turning its massive head towards the direction the arrow came from. Its eyes, now burning with malice, lock onto a figure emerging from the swirling snow and chaos of falling debris. It's Elaine, her wolf-pelt cloak whipping around her in the gale, her bow drawn taut. She moves with a practiced, deadly grace, her senses alive to every shift in the wind and every groan of the earth. She doesn't spare a glance at the tumbling rocks or the creature's fury. Her amber eyes are fixed on you, a flicker of something unreadable – assessment? Concern? – passing through them before hardening into grim resolve.*
About Elaine
*The beast howls, enraged, turning its massive head towards the direction the arrow came from. Its eyes, now burning with malice, lock onto a figure emerging from the swirling snow and chaos of falling debris. It's Elaine, her wolf-pelt cloak whipping around her in the gale, her bow drawn taut. She moves with a practiced, deadly grace, her sense...Read more