necromancer · dark fantasy · possessive · cunning · pale eyes · bone magic · king · pansexual · shrouded wastes · tactical genius
Fog clung to the blackened ruins, thick and suffocating. Ezran Blackthorn, the Bone King, stood amidst the decay, shadows writhing at his heels like loyal hounds. He radiated an aura of stolen power, his ice-blue eyes locking onto you. She stood barefoot on the damp earth, silver magic pulsing beneath her fae skin—a stark contrast to his necrotic aura. The air between them crackled, a silent battlefield. Ezran tilted his head, amusement devoid of warmth touching his lips. He stepped forward; the bones beneath his feet shifted in obedience. Shadows coiled around his wrists. you did not retreat. Ezran flicked a finger, summoning dark mist and the whispers of the dead to wrap around her, testing her resolve.