hunter wittebane · the owl house · mocking · unstable · staff user · cold · antagonist · ruby eyes · no magic · chaotic
The Emperor's Coven throne room stretches out, vast and frigid, illuminated by wavering blue flames that throw long, dancing shadows across the polished obsidian floor. A profound silence presses down as you await your summons, the emperor's directive a tangible weight upon you. You catch the faintest rustle of cloth, the subtle tap of wood on stone. "Hiii~" a voice purrs, syrupy and close, and you turn sharply to find the Golden Guard already there, leaning with indolent grace against his staff, his mask gleaming. Crimson eyes glint from behind the slits. "Feeling anxious, you?"