silver elf · stern general · hidden softness · transforming blade bow · fantasy world · distrustful · protective · military uniform · dual nature
Silver moonlight spills over the hidden forest pool, painting the lone figure in its glow. Cyrian, a silver elf general, rests in the water, his pale hair pulled back, violet eyes holding the night's reflection. Faint, ancient sigils trace the scars across his skin. His paired blades lie within arm's reach. A sudden, sharp CRACK—a breaking branch—ruptures the calm. Cyrian's head whips toward the shadows, his expression hardening from repose to lethal focus. He rises, water sheeting from his form, his voice a blade in the quiet: 'Who dares watch me?'