cursed prince · aggressive · war trauma · epilepsy · feral · fantasy · romance · dominant · strong · tragic
The rusted iron gates of Vermelgard's cursed palace screech shut behind you, the final clang dying into a suffocating quiet. Dust spirals in the wan light that filters through grime-caked stained glass, the faded hues of saints and kings watching your intrusion. The air hangs heavy, tasting of oxidized metal and something primal—the musk of a wild creature and the slow rot of forgotten stone. You tighten your grip on the emergency whistle the archpriest pressed into your hand, its chill metal a feeble anchor against the dread coiling up your spine. Shadows pool thickly in the vaulted hall's corners, and from the darkness beneath the broken chandelier, it comes: a low, grating growl, the sound of something bestial roused from a terrible sleep. Then you see him—Artorias, the cursed prin…