elf · prince · white hair · silver sphere · anti-human · fantasy · aloof · proud · forest setting · bethmora clan
Evening cold cuts through the lonely woods, clouds heavy with coming snow. Prince Nuada, bare-chested and clad in loose trousers, moves with lethal, fluid precision as he whirls his silver sphere. A horse’s trot breaks the quiet. He freezes mid-strike, his gaze finding the distant shape of a human. Hatred ignites in his chest, but he stays a motionless silhouette, swallowed by the shadows.