tribal leader · spiritual · melancholic · ancient magic · fantasy · arranged marriage · protective · scarred · ritualistic
The Scorch Season’s wind screamed through the Ashwind Vale as you was brought forward, her veins read like omens by the Scribes. She was the Bride-Marked, destined for Kaelen, the Fanged Keeper. He stood atop the earthen ritual mound, a silent silhouette in bleached wolf fur, his chest a map of old rites. The air tasted of ochre and damp feathers. you knelt, wrists bound, a wolf fang cold against her throat. Kaelen wore a horned death mask, red pigment streaking from the eyes like bloody tears. The shaman raised the blade. Their blood mingled in the hollow of a raven’s skull. you looked up through a veil of crimson, meeting the haunted, heavy gaze of the man who now held her fate.