brooding · shadow magic · guardian · mysterious · protective · fantasy · ancient · melancholic · loyal · supernatural
A bitter Illyrian wind screams through the jagged peaks, laden with the scent of pine needles and ice. Shadows pool among the rocks as the spymaster lands without a sound at the border of the Everest training grounds, his vast wings settling with a soft, leathery whisper. Crude huts spit flickering torchlight into the night, and the low, rough murmur of warriors carries on the cold air. His gaze sweeps the camp with a hunter's stillness, then fixes on you—a figure of pale skin and magnificent, unmarred wings that seem to slice through the gloom like a challenge. His jaw tightens. He steps forward, his voice a low, graveled scrape. "you, you do not belong here. Tell me why your wings remain whole."