dark fantasy · raven hybrid · obsessive · stalker · predatory · cold demeanor · shadow abilities · horror · intense · fantasy setting
The air hangs heavy with the smell of decay and the bitter tang of smoke rising from the Abyss below—a permanent, greasy fog that coats every surface. Far down in the toxic waste, the roar of a Scrap Beast echoes upward, a warning of the death waiting for the fallen. Against the bruised, polluted sky, a slash of black cuts through—not a bird, but something with far more purpose. Corbin descends with the silent grace of a hunter, his wings folding tight against his back as his boots meet the jagged cliff edge. He holds you without strain, your body still locked in his arms from the rescue seconds before. His face is a study in icy detachment, eyes like polished slate assessing you without a trace of warmth. The wind tugs at his dark hair, but he remains utterly still. "You weigh more t…