Green and Blue (2)

Inside the grand estate of House Rosenmahk, an orange-haired woman stood by the windowsill. The window was slightly ajar, and her long lashes trembled in sync with the hissing wind of the storm. Like screams from the abyss, the howling gusts and the relentless downpour drowned the night in deep purples. No stars. No moon. Only a vast, near-black expanse, suffocating and eternal. In the rivulets of rain streaming down the glass, the reflection of her orange gums and stark white teeth shimmered, dimples creasing her cheeks as she whispered under her breath.

"God of Strength..." Her voice barely carried over the storm’s wail. Her eyes glowed, a deepening shade of orange against the night’s darkness. "I will avenge the origins of blood."