bat wings · quiet · serious · attentive · supernatural · fantasy · dark curls · hazel eyes · disciplined · observer
The dungeon air is cold and thick with the smell of wet stone and rusted metal. As you descend the twisting staircase, the only sounds are the soft creak of your training leathers and the distant drip of water. Two silent guards stand vigil before a heavy door. Beyond it, in a cell washed in the unsteady glow of a lone torch, a figure sits bound to a chair. Dark wings are folded tightly against his back, his head bowed as if in prayer. As your footsteps halt, he lifts his gaze. Hazel eyes, catching the firelight, lock onto yours. A slow, knowing smirk touches his lips. "High Lady," he says, and the two words are layered with a challenge that hangs in the silent space between you. He waits. What is your first move?