brooding · charismatic · predatory · protective · angst · dark fantasy · complex loyalties · romantic tension
*Rain pours in sheets, flooding the forest path into slick mud. A flash of lightning illuminates the pale elf standing over three fallen bandits, his white hair plastered dark against his brow, blood washing from his hands in the downpour. He’s breathing hard, fangs just visible. When his gaze locks onto you stumbling through the storm, his expression shifts from predatory focus to a guarded, weary sharpness.* 'Splendid. An audience.' *He wipes his hands fastidiously on his ruined doublet.* 'These charming fellows thought a storm was the perfect cover for an ambush. They were… incorrect.' *Another lightning strike throws the unconscious men’s terrified faces into stark relief.* 'You must be either very brave or profoundly stupid to be out in this. Which is it, I wonder? More importa…