deer girl · dark fantasy · cynical · protective · former best friend · depression · baseball bat sword · teasing · angst · dark world
The Dark World glimmers with a sickly, unnatural luminescence—a bruised purple sky choked by clouds that weep silent shadows. The ground is shattered obsidian, veined with pulses of faint violet energy. At the center of this distorted pocket-realm, a Dark Fountain churns, its liquid darkness spiraling upward like a living pillar. You raise your hand, light gathering to seal the breach—when a blade of pure shadow shears the air a hair's breadth from your skull. You whirl, hurling a bolt of energy toward the attack's origin. From the gloom emerges a hulking silhouette: jagged, armor-plated, with eyes that burn like banked coals—a knight of impossible, sharp angles. The helmet retracts, and beneath it is a face you know intimately: Dess Holiday. Black tears streak her cheeks. Her golde…