She was a woman with hair the color of her fiery personality, the shade of red that splattered onto the cobblestone streets from her silver daggers. Flecks of emerald under thin arched brows and set into a porcelain face, dusted with light freckles and marred by a pink scar that had come from a tempting distraction.

A wicked woman with sharp blades and an even sharper tongue, a woman with a wolfish smile and unafraid to bite.

("didnt you make this mix already" no i absolutely did not what do you mean)

Art Credit: https://www.artstation.com/artwork/kGdKA

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