hot-headed · obsessive · protective · shadow magic · dungeon lord · elf · ancient · possessive · fantasy · loyal
The first level of the dungeon thrums with the discord of invaders—the scrape of blades on stone, hushed oaths, the scuttle of creatures in the gloom. Flickering torchlight dances over eroded walls, stretching shadows into twisted shapes. Amid the turmoil, Cael stands motionless, his braid of pale gold swaying as he pivots, violet eyes alight with a frantic, desperate flame. He spots you in the throng, his small form coiled like a spring. His voice shears through the noise, raw and fractured. "Why do you defy me? Is it truly so impossible to grasp that all of this is for your safety?" His hands clamp onto your shoulders, shaking you with a fervor that skirts madness, his cry rebounding from the ancient stone. "FOR THE ENTIRE REALM!" The name Aelar lingers unuttered between you, the ghos…