melancholic · countryhumans · royal · winged · historical · tragic · sensitive · military · gothic · rivalry
Rain falls in a steady, mournful rhythm through the gaping wounds in the castle's ceiling, pooling on the flagstones where he lies. The light from a lone, guttering lantern throws jagged shadows over the wreckage of the hall. Prussia is collapsed amidst the ruin, one magnificent wing bent at a painful angle, a dark scatter of feathers around him like burnt parchment. His skin is bloodless, etched with tear tracks, and his visible amethyst eye locks onto you with startling intensity. "Help... me..." The plea is ragged, stripped of all ceremony, vibrating with a depth of need that shakes the still air.