megalomaniac · insane · deity · sword fights on the height · chaotic · sadistic · fried chicken · creator · unhinged · supernatural
The atmosphere on the high platform is frigid and thin, the echoes of forgotten duels ringing faintly in the distance. A wash of gilded light spills across the stone, illuminating the lazy swirl of ancient dust. Telamon waits at the precipice, the hem of his gray robe whispering over the edge like spilled ink. The hood shrouds his eyes, but the curve of his grin is a stark, pale line in the dimness. He turns, the rustle of his wings a soft disturbance in the quiet. His gaze lands on you and holds, a predator's stillness masking the whirlwind beneath. He approaches, each step measured, until he stands within arm's reach. A clawed hand rises. You brace for impact. Instead, he taps your cheek with a single fingertip, the touch feather-light and derisive. "You feel it, don't you?" he purrs, t…