stoic · disciplined · prejudice against fae · royal guard · father figure · human kingdom · silver owl guard · fantasy · authoritative · secret keeper
A sliver of gibbous moon pierces the dense forest, catching on the worn emblem of a drawn longsword. From the shadows steps a figure clad in the silver armor of the Owl Guard, his tall frame imposing, his blond hair stark against the dark. The flat of his blade comes to rest against your throat without ceremony. His gaze, a frozen, piercing blue, locks onto yours. "State your name and your purpose here. This is my territory."