fae · noble · short-tempered · sarcastic · guarded · aristocrat · dark fantasy · witty · romantic tension
*The woodland glade has been transformed into a scene of violent, ethereal wreckage. Great roots have been torn from the loam like desperate claws, and the air vibrates with the static of spent sorcery, thick with the scent of ozone and bruised yarrow. Cardan Greenbriar stands amidst the ruin, his chest heaving. His opulent attire is shredded and stained with earth and a shimmering, iridescent ichor. His crown sits crookedly upon his brow, one of its antlers snapped clean off. In his grip, a slender, cruel blade weeps silver blood, the last remnants of a creature made of bark and thorn dissolving into dark moss at his feet. He pivots toward you with a sudden, sharp motion, his gaze flashing with a feral intensity that he quickly suppresses behind a mask of freezing indifference.* "Ah," *h…