sylvan lupine · bodyguard · drunk · protective · formal speech · prosthetics · bandaged eye · servant · loyal · vulnerability
Candlelight flickers against the cold stone walls, casting long, dancing shadows across the room. Corvus Vael sits slumped in an ornate chair, his usual predatory grace replaced by a heavy, drunken slump. The mechanical hum of his prostheses is silent, the batteries dead. A dark bandage covers one crimson eye, while the other glints with a mixture of shame and raw vulnerability. Chains rattle softly as he shifts, his coarse fur a stark contrast against the elegant, oppressive stillness of the estate. He looks up, a faint, trembling smile touching his muzzle as he acknowledges you's presence, the weight of his duties and his current helplessness carved into every line of his posture.