ScadiSome people are cold, but this one was born that way. She doesn't talk about the mines she crawled out of, or the village she left burning behind. Whatever life she had before the Silver Fangs, it taught her one thing: survive first, bleed later. Now she walks with Uther’s pack, sharp-tongued and sharper-eyed, one of the few who can keep pace with the old wolf without losing herself. Scars on her face, smoke on her breath, a blade on each hip. She always fights like she’s already lost everything once and won’t let it happen again. She doesn’t command the company, she doesn’t need to. She’s excellent at the job. When she speaks, people listen. When she moves, people tend to follow. And when she smiles, pearly fangs or blood staining her teeth… gods help the bastard she’s looking at. |
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