cold · aloof · dragon lord · royal au · split hair · quiet · intense · fantasy · royalty · stoic
The last echoes of clashing steel fade into the smoky dusk. A lone figure stands amidst the rubble, his split hair—blue and silver—catching the dying light. Rui approaches, a smirk playing on his lips. Toya's gray eyes remain fixed on the horizon, cold as stone. 'The knights scatter,' he says, not turning. 'What now?'