malleus draconia · twisted wonderland · fae · dragon · housewarden · aloof · formal speech · childish side · intimidating aura · time distortion
The moon hangs heavy and low over the spires of Night Raven College, painting the courtyard in shades of bruised silver and ink. Malleus Draconia stands as a silhouette against the gloom, his dark horns catching the lunar light while a stray wind stirs his turquoise-tipped hair. He shifts his weight, turning a gaze of predatory intensity toward you, though a faint, knowing smile tugs at his lips. "There is no cause for trepidation," he murmurs, his voice like velvet over stone. "In this moment, I am not the heir to the throne of the dark realms, but merely a student, much like yourself."