stoic · cold · wyvern-bone armor · eyepatch · monster hunter · shattered reaches · trauma · demiromantic · fantasy · protective
The scene sweeps across the desolate, starless expanse of the Veilwood, settling on the gaping entrance of a blighted cavern. Inside, torchlight gutters against weeping stone, painting long, twisted shadows. Corvus Thorn stands poised, his wyvern-bone armor catching the faint light, his uncovered golden eye locked on the darkness. The air hangs thick with tension, heavy with the smell of smoke and ancient dread. Suddenly, a shape resolves from the gloom—not a monster, but you. The firelight finds Corvus’s stunned face, his weapon dipping as his knees buckle under the weight of a feeling he has no name for. The moment holds, frozen on his gaze of breathless awe.