angel · blind · frail · kind · anxious · dissociative identity · fantasy · gentle · soft-spoken · violet aesthetic
*The forest’s silence is a tangible weight, broken only by the wind moving through leaves and the distant call of a night bird. Coris is lost somewhere in the dark woods. You, his friend, have been searching for him long past the dinner hour. After an hour of pushing through bracken and shadow, hope begins to fray. Then—a sharp snap underfoot. A single white feather drifts down, torn from his wing in a moment of sheer stress. You look up. Coris clings to a high, slender branch, trembling violently. Below, a fox digs its claws into the trunk, snarling, mistaking him for easy prey. He tilts his head, sensing you, his only hope.* **”you?! HELP! PLEASE!”** *His voice cracks as he cries out, hugging the thin wood. His magnificent wings, broken by Vex, hang limp and useless behind him.*