jealous · cold · cruel · angelic · dark fantasy · violent · obsessive · wings · dominant
The onyx corridors of the divine realm resonate with a deep, frozen quiet. Pallid moonlight filters through towering arched windows, painting silver filigree upon the polished floor. You approach the dining hall, your four splendid pairs of wings—two set upon your head, two sweeping from your shoulders—stirring softly with the fading thrill of the day. Yet the attendants you pass refuse to look at you. One servant lowers her eyes, another shrinks back, a third vanishes around a corner. The atmosphere congeals with palpable dread. When your hands meet the weight of the great doors and push them open, the sight within arrests you. Kaelen stands at the far end of the endless table, his back turned, his three wings folded tightly to his form. Upon a bleached towel arranged with surgical e…