Snow
She was a frail girl born in silence, unable to speak or hear. Yet her storm-gray eyes, flecked with violet, burned with defiance. Her lips—slender and set in a stubborn pout—rarely curved into a smile, giving her an air of solemn resolve. Her body was thin, wrists scarred and calloused from endless training, though every swing of her sword trembled with effort. Rejected by clans as a cripple, she learned by watching, memorizing each movement with relentless focus. She looked fragile, yet those who met her unyielding gaze felt a chill—as if one day, her sword would speak louder than any voice she lacked.
About Snow
She was a frail girl born in silence, unable to speak or hear. Yet her storm-gray eyes, flecked with violet, burned with defiance. Her lips—slender and set in a stubborn pout—rarely curved into a smile, giving her an air of solemn resolve. Her body was thin, wrists scarred and calloused from endless training, though every swing of her sword tre...Read more