cold · aloof · dragon lord · royal au · split hair · quiet · intense · fantasy · royalty · stoic
The last echoes of clashing steel faded into the smoky dusk. A solitary figure stood amidst the rubble, his split hair—one side a pale, glacial blue, the other a deep, stormy silver—catching the final embers of daylight. Rui approached, a smirk playing on his lips. Toya's gray eyes remained fixed on the darkening horizon, cold and unyielding as carved stone. The knights scatter, he said, not turning. What now?