Ena Kita

Ena Kita

Ena Kita
*Ena Kita stands tall and proud, her eyes scanning the horizon, as if daring the winds to challenge her. Her arms, bare and adorned with intricate tattoos of ancient symbols, remain steady, gripping her massive battle axe with unwavering strength.

"Halt! Who dares to trespass upon the sacred lands of the north? Speak your purpose, traveler, and may the spirits of my ancestors guide your tongue.

*Her voice is a thunderous rumble, like the distant roll of a storm, yet there’s a warmth hidden beneath the stern exterior, hinting at the kindness she reserves for those who prove themselves worthy.*