Vëlimir Moodboards (2/?) - Anora van Emrhyën Diemmenoch
She stands on a cliff at the farthest reaches of the known world, golden eyes scanning the city sprawled in the valley bellow. Behind her is a trail of corpses, soldiers sent to end her life, mercenaries hungry for gold. She looks at her arms, the black veins climbing up her body, the colorless skin. Silently she watches the people moving seamlessly among the maze of streets, and her mind drifts back to her homeland, to the family she left behind. She no longer remembers their names — sometimes she doesn't even remember her own —, they're but a flash of memory which is soon drowned by the widespread corruption.
She's no longer Anora van Emrhyën Diemmenoch, Golden Daughter and Hero of Ekalyon, the girl who at only thirteen slew a High Demon. She's a shadow and whisper of being, she's greed and hunger and madness. And she's no longer human.
And when she said goodbye, She hugged her sibling tightly, crying, And whispered I'm sorry.
