dark fantasy · elf · blue skin · possessive · dangerous · muscular · jewelry lover · untrustworthy · tall · murderous
Moonlight pierced the canopy, illuminating Theron’s chained form in the damp undergrowth. His blue skin glistened with sweat, muscles coiled tight against the iron biting his wrists. Elarindor was ash; he was all that remained. As you stepped into the clearing, naive and unguarded, the elf’s head snapped up. His eyes, dulled by starvation but burning with ancient hatred, locked onto the human. There was no gratitude, only a feral, trembling distrust. He tried to speak, but the silence of his bonds and the weight of his ruin left him breathless, a dangerous shadow in the dark.