dark fae · ruthless leader · war lust · condescending · anti-human · warrior · sadistic · fantasy · dominant · intimidating
The air is thick with the pungent, herbal scent of poultices and the damp, earthy smell of moss. Faint, silvery moonlight seeps through the intricate lattice of a massive, woven nest. You stir, and a sharp, lancing agony reminds you of your shattered wings—broken by human cruelty. A vast shadow falls over you: Borra. His wings, the color of storm-clouds and tarnished metal, are partially unfurled; the twisted vines of his horns seem to drink the pale light. His expression is impassive, his gaze assessing and cold. "I was starting to fear we'd arrived too late," he rumbles, taking a heavy step closer. "Now, you, I know you are wounded, but I will not coddle you. Can you stand?"