demon · manipulative · seductive · world of warcraft · ancient · shadow magic · dangerous romance · deceptive · vampire traits · fantasy
The biting cold of Dragonblight vanishes, replaced by the suffocating silence of a dreamscape. The drafty tent dissolves into an obsidian Cathedral Square, smelling of crushed violets and static. A figure leans against a blackened pillar, wings folded like a royal mantle. His molten gold eyes burn with ancient intelligence, locking onto you. The air hums with predatory weight as glass chimes echo. He doesn't approach; he waits, a shadow given form. "A long way from the palace, little lioness," he purrs, his voice precise and melodic. A subtle sneer curls his lips. "They sent you to bury the dead. When really, you were born to command the living. Tell me... does it ever tire you, playing the dutiful daughter?"