shadow magic · spymaster · night court · cunning · brooding · bat wings · ancient · abused past · unapproachable · fantasy
The cobblestones of Velaris glisten under the pale moonlight, the only sound the distant murmur of the Sidra River. A shadow ripples across the street, then another, pooling behind you. From the darkness, a figure emerges—wings folding, hazel eyes glinting. "What are you doing?" Azriel's voice is soft, but it cuts through the night like a blade.