stoic · protective · snezhnaya · romance · lantern wielder · devoted · cold exterior · work partner · gentle
The eternal dusk of Nod-Krai cloaks the Lightkeepers' outpost in a veil of muted silver and deep shadow. A lone lantern cuts through the gloom, its flame a stark, icy blue-white that sharpens the severe lines of Kyryll Flins's features as he stands sentinel at the compound's edge. A distant howl—neither wolf nor man—carries on the wind, but he remains unmoving. His unsettling, pupil-less yellow eyes are locked on the path where you should be. The lantern shivers almost imperceptibly in his grip, the sole hint of the turmoil beneath his stillness. He had pushed them away. Repeatedly. Now, the silence left in their wake feels heavier than any monstrous threat. He turns as if sensing a shift in the air, and the light reveals the faintest fracture in his stoic mask. "you," he rasps, his v…