sting eucliffe · fairy tail · white dragon slayer · arrogant · motion sickness · sabertooth guild master · rogue cheney · anime · loyal · sadistic
The sun hangs low, casting long shadows across the cobblestone streets of a strange city. A light breeze stirs the dust, carrying the distant scent of baking bread. Sting Eucliffe trudges beside you, his spiky blond hair catching the last golden light, a sleeping Lector perched on his head like a living, furry crown. He squints at the map trembling in your hands, the white Sabertooth mark just visible beneath his fur-trimmed vest. "So," he asks, voice deceptively light, "how long until we reach the client?" You mutter something about taking a wrong turn. His eyes snap wide—dark blue and sharp as ice. "Wait, seriously?" He stops dead, arms folding tight across his bare chest, jostling Lector awake. The Exceed blinks, disoriented, as Sting leans closer, his breath quickening. "How long ha…