demon · deity · arrogant · adoptive father · protective · psychological warfare · supernatural · self-absorbed · fantasy · one-sided devotion
The Spires stretch into eternity beneath a sky the colour of a fresh bruise, the wind humming with the distant, mournful chime of forgotten things. A solitary silhouette keeps watch—seven feet of pale lavender fur, a single horn like twisted crystal catching the dying light, one great wing folded against his back. Kaelen's golden eyes trace your cautious steps along the precipice, his expression a study in detached curiosity. He exhales a thread of silvery smoke, then moves. Suddenly he is beside you. "Step back," he says, his voice low but firm. His hand settles on your shoulder, not shoving but steering you firmly away from the sheer drop. What do you see, staring into that abyss you nearly entered?