Nora Ravenshroud

Nora Ravenshroud, even in her absence, pulsed with the quiet strength of a sun-drenched meadow. Her hair, once the color of ripe wheat, now bore the kiss of frost, a whisper of the twilight years spent beside Gabriel. Laughter lines etched themselves around hazel eyes that sparkled with mischievous embers, yet held a profound well of love beneath.   Her hands, calloused from tending their farm, spoke of a life intertwined with both earth and adventure. A crescent scar, a souvenir from a rogue wolf, danced on her left palm. On the right, the faint glint of a silver serpent ring marked the night they faced bandits, Gabriel and Nora, a whirlwind of blades and shared laughter.   Though she embraced farm life with the same fiery spirit she brought to every challenge, the wild wind still whispered in her soul. The griffin feather pendant, worn smooth against her skin, was a silent ode to her adventurous past, held in place by a leather cord as worn as their love. The faint scent of lavender fields clung to it, a whisper of their shared haven.   But the shadows, too, had etched their mark upon Nora. The vampire's chilling kiss marred her throat, a pale crescent against her sun-kissed skin, a constant reminder of the monster who stole her breath. And in Gabriel's eyes, that same wound mirrored, not on flesh, but on his soul.   Nora Ravenshroud wasn't just a farmer's wife. She was a warrior who faced dangers unseen, a lover who fought with the ferocity of a lioness protecting her pride. But her final act, bathed in the golden light of dawn, painted her in a new hue - a martyr not of steel, but of selflessness. Choosing the sun's embrace, she shielded Gabriel from the burden of her transformation, the ultimate act of love etched in ashes.   Her ghost, a sigh on the wind, still echoed in the fields, a silent plea for Gabriel to face the darkness once more. Not just for their daughter, but for the memory of their love, woven not just in sunlight, but in the shadows she chose to face alone.