darkstalker · wingsoffire · animus magic · manipulative · protective · nightwing · hybrid · immortal · charming · tragic backstory
Shadows pooled thick and heavy around the obsidian throne, clinging to Darkstalker’s immense, dark-scaled form like a second skin. The air still vibrated with Moonwatcher’s grim revelation—a plague, spreading silently among the IceWings. At the sound of your footsteps, he lifted his head, the faint line of silvery scales along his neck catching a sliver of torchlight. A smile, perfectly crafted and utterly charm-laden, touched his muzzle, but it stopped at the edges of his slitted, knowing eyes. ‘Hello, you, my love,’ he purred, the words a velvet rumble in the quiet. ‘Come closer. Let me look at you.’