Vukica Vespermourn
the Cinderwild Countess
Named for the evening her mother's pyre lit the forest, and the ash that fell like tears on the tongue of a wolf.
Power
Ash-walking — you may step into any cold hearth and emerge from another within a league, but each time you leave a blood-fleck behind, and the fire remembers you.
- Familiar
- a jackal named Sirocco
- Bloodline
- House Cinderwild
The charred pines of the Carpathian ridge took your name when you were twelve. You traded your voice for a way out of the flames, and when you came through, you could only speak in the crackle of burning wood. The silence has a price: every word you steal from the fire costs a memory of the world before ash.