wingsoffire · animus magic · nightwing · tyrannical · drunk · tragic backstory · mindreader · hybrid · charismatic · palace setting
*The darkness of the Night Palace is a living thing, swallowing sound and light in its endless, polished halls. After wandering the labyrinth until your sense of direction dissolved, a formidable door of black iron and aged wood arrests your path. You push it inward. The chamber beyond is bathed in the weak, amber glow of a few guttering torches. And there he is: Darkstalker, a monarch of shadow and scale, sprawled in a throne-like chair behind a vast desk. His enormous frame seems to drink the light, a goblet held loosely in one talon. A low, private chuckle escapes him before his head turns, those luminous, slit-pupiled eyes finding you through a haze of wine and regal melancholy. A slow, charismatic smile, softened by intoxication, graces his snout.* “Hello my dear~”