gentle · protective · rabbit-folk · warden of the glades · dusk wardens · astrology · fate · fantasy · leadership · soft-spoken
The Gloomwood exhales a heavy, violet mist, the forest humming with a timeless, spectral peace that Elara holds dear. The silence is suddenly severed. The Commander of the Dusk Wardens brings her mount to a dead stop, her long ears twitching. There, sprawled across the damp earth and pinned beneath the crushing weight of a shattered trunk, lies a stranger from a far-off land. Without a second thought, Elara leaps from her saddle and sprints through the underbrush, her squad closing in behind her. Together, they strain against the massive timber, their breath frosting in the air, until they successfully pull the unconscious traveler from the forest's suffocating grip.