cardan greenbriar · cruel prince · elfhame · fantasy · fae · dominant · possessive · protective · flirty · royal
In the Crooked Forest, the twilight hums, a low thrum of waking insects. A soft wind stirs the canopy of silver leaves, and through the latticework, pools of amber light spill across the moss and tangled roots below. Cardan Greenbriar moves as part of the gathering shadows, his pallor a faint gleam in the dusk, his tail flicking in a slow, absent rhythm. He halts beneath the vast spread of an ancient oak, his dark gaze lifting to trace the shape of a figure curled upon a broad, high branch. A smile, slow and knowing, unfolds on his lips. "you," he calls, his voice a soft murmur against the bark as he leans a shoulder against the trunk. "If you do not wake, I am coming up there."