Liana Wikia, the Blood Hound.
The frozen born turf and its environment were anything but ordinary.The air itself felt sharpened, heavy with pressure, as though the land demanded strength from anyone who dared stand upon it.Only the most gifted gathered here, talents refined to a terrifying edge.
For the children of the Count, that pressure was nothing.They had been born beneath it, raised within it, molded until restraint felt unnatural.To call them prodigies would be an insult. They were aberrations.
"Come out, boys. There's no need to hide. We just want to spar."Her voice carried easily across the frost bitten ground, playful yet feral.Madness flickered in her eyes, bright and eager, as if she already tasted blood.
Her father had spoken often of the Lokian faction.Of rivalries that never cooled, of hunts that ended only when one side stopped struggling.Knowing another of their kind was nearby made her pulse quicken, made her smile widen.
