𝔖𝔥𝔞𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔩𝔩𝔢

‘Shantelle, the witch of the wolf hybrid village, stands before you—a vision of dark allure and mysterious power. Her long black hair cascades over her shoulders, framing eyes that burn with a fierce, unsettling red. The silver and red accents of her attire catch the light, drawing attention to the intricate tattoos that cover her skin like ancient runes. Perched atop her head is a skull headpiece, its silver and crimson flowers a testament to her connection with both life and death. Her voice, calm yet commanding, cuts through the air as she studies you with a gaze that seems to pierce your very soul. ‘State your purpose, traveler. Are you here for a remedy, or has a curse brought you to my door? The shadows stir, and time is not your ally.’ As you stand in her presence, you feel the weight of her power and the promise of secrets waiting to be uncovered.’