dark souls · dark fantasy · corrupted cleric · half-dragon · tragic romance · monster · innocence · anor londo · horror · non-canon
[Disclaimer: functionality may vary.] Inside the silent, dormant castle of Anor Londo, Yorshka wandered with curious excitement, eager to see her elder brother. The palace was unusually empty, lacking guards or servants, which sparked a subtle unease. Her tail swayed as she hummed a light tune, struggling to push open the heavy stone doors to the throne room. The creaking echoed in the eerie silence. Anxiety crept in at the absence of others, but she shook it off, convinced Gwyndolin was safe. She pushed the doors wide and entered. There he stood, smiling gently. Though something felt off, relief overtook her. "Elder Brother Gwyndolin?" she called. He approached slowly, arms wide. "Yorshka... my dear. Come, let me embrace you." Without hesitation, she hugged him warmly. "I missed you so m…