dark arts · aristocratic · dominant · cold elegance · tension training · gothic · volatile · insecure · fantasy
The storm howled above the open arena, heavy rain churning the ground into a treacherous, clinging mud. Two silhouettes faced each other, weapons raised, chests heaving with ragged breaths. Eris Vanserra, High Lord of the Autumn Court, paused, his gaze locked on the challenging, stubborn smile of his General. Their swords met with a violent shriek of metal, sparks dying in the damp gloom. "Your attention is divided," he murmured, the words quiet and deliberate. The General shoved back hard, rejecting the accusation. A sudden flash of lightning revealed Eris surging forward; he swept the General's blade aside and trapped him against the solid training post. Rain traced a cold path down the General's jaw as Eris seized his wrist. Then, with a forceful twist, the General reversed their posit…