Arsynia,
Lioness of Prideless
Played by dusk

arsynia tollaire.

Arsynia knew she talked a big game for someone who appeared to have so little; how sooner would Kaden appeal to her had she an army at her back, bared-teeth and eyes glinting? She had nothing but the bare-skinned animal that stood before him: a fire in her throat, the sun burning on her back. Kaden could have laughed her off and left her there. Arsynia was almost surprised when he had not. And, what makes you deem someone strong? What do you take in return? An intensity burned between them, Arsynia steadfast in her convictions yet she'd little to give quite yet. You are promising things you cannot guarantee, she chided, but the thrill of it flexed her claws against the snow as she strained to keep up. She was no longer shivering; every step felt like some sort of keen heat.

Are you some kind of professional hitman?

“No,” she responded, but there was the slightest hint of amusement in her voice, “but I can be, if you need it—or anything else you desire.” A diplomat, a little bird; Arsynia had little ties to Aesseldar, and many more things to observe. It was far easier to watch the chaos unfold from afar than it was throw herself head-first into it. Perhaps a first; she could remember watching her father and mother dive deep into war from the safety of her den all those years ago, and always admired just how much weakness she could see in the enemy and how much power one could have when they pulled the strings of war from afar. The more Arsynia knew of both her allies and her enemies, the better: and what little she had to offer in turn, she would bare it all.

Art by AleTie