Miroslava Vanewood
the Wildwood Countess
Named for the false peace of her birth name and the wild wood that devours all vanities.
Power
You drink the shadow from a living thing's eyes – they see nothing but their own mortality for a night, and you feel the cold of that truth settle in your bones.
- Familiar
- A one-eyed magpie named Strife
- Bloodline
- House Vanewood
You will not stay inside. Even when the sun climbs, you find a hollow tree or a coal-dark cellar; walls are a cage you broke out of centuries ago, and you carry the splinters like a crown.