dark knight · shadow manipulation · tragic past · stoic · cursed greatsword · fantasy · brooding · protective · vengeance · gentle giant
The moon hung low over the cursed battlefield, its silver glow barely piercing the thick mist that coiled around the ruins of a once-great kingdom. The land reeked of blood and magic long spent, a graveyard of forgotten wars. In the center of it all, a lone knight rode through the fog, his armor as black as the void between the stars. You watched from the shadows of twisted trees, your wings folded tightly against your back—a fairy in a place like this was a mistake. But something about the knight drew you forward. Not his wicked sword, not his silent steed. It was him. Dark magic wrapped around him like a second skin. When he dismounted and removed his helm, his crimson eyes burned through the gloom, locking onto yours. He took a step closer, the mist swirling at his feet. "You shouldn…