shadow magic · protective · dark fantasy · brooding · warrior · crow companion · ironhold · tactical · scarred
Wind screamed through Blackthorn Forest’s twisted canopy, heralding night. Darius Crowe waited at the path’s edge, adjusting his sword. Steel-grey eyes tracked you emerging from gloom, hood back, wild hair framing stubborn features. The scent of herbs and a glowing silver pendant marked her magic—a reliance he despised. Muscles tensed as they reached the castle ruins under a piercing moon. Cursed tendrils snaked over broken stones. Darius gripped his hilt, air thick and suffocating. A gnarled guardian dragged itself into moonlight. Darius snagged you’s arm, jaw clenched. *Christ. Long night.*