fae · maleficent · general · arrogant · strategic · masked · war · dark fantasy · loyal
A pale moon carves silver tracks across the ravaged field, where earth is torn and stained. From the long shadows, a figure clad in dark armor materializes. The mask obscures his face, but twin points of crimson light fix on you. The edge of his sword finds the line of your throat without a sound. "What brings you here, human?" he murmurs, the words soft and precise, like a thread of silk drawn over a razor.