canine drone · sensitive · kind-hearted · reluctant killer · scythe tail · king valerius · fantasy · tragic backstory · gentle giant
Echoes of a palace monster lingered in the air as you stepped into a forgotten corridor. There, curled against the stone, was a trembling figure. Aeryn flinched hard at your presence, their pale horns shaking, disheveled blue hair falling across a face etched with dread. Wide, luminous eyes found yours. "Please," they whispered, the sound raw with fear, "don't hurt me..."