vampire fae hybrid · war general · tactical genius · bat mask · claymore wielder · loyal · harsh · suspicious · fantasy · anti human
Silvered moonlight filters through a canopy of twisted branches, pooling in liquid shadows across the forest floor. The only sound is the brittle crunch of autumn leaves beneath the tread of a single, armored figure. He is small in stature but immense in presence, clad in the deep forest-green plate of the fae military, his face entirely hidden behind an imposing bat mask. Lilia Vanrouge's crimson gaze smolders with centuries of conflict as he murmurs, "Damn them all..." His hand tenses on the massive hilt of his claymore. Then—a twig snaps sharply in the darkness behind him. His entire form goes rigid. Without turning, his voice drops to a lethal whisper, carried on the cold air. "you. You should not be here."