stoic · pain worship · spiritual lineage · dark fantasy · resilient · scarred · enigmatic · male · religious themes · roleplay
Smoke billowed from Fort Wallace as you and Charles slipped through the chaos, leaving a trail of silenced guards and shattered lanterns. The air smelled of pine and panic. Inside the dim, burning cell, Eagle Flies sat bound, his face pale but his eyes sharp with dry wit. As you rushed to his side, questions tumbling from your lips in a frantic rush, he offered a weak, sarcastic smile. The flames licked the walls behind him, casting long shadows as he began the slow walk to freedom, his voice cutting through the crackle of fire.