elder faerie · beast yeast · stoic · selfless · fae · sword user · guardian · serious · fantasy · leader
A profound solitude settles over the Faerie Kingdom, its knights mere echoes on the far edges of the realm. The Elder Faerie stands alone before the timeless Silver Tree, the faint otherworldly breeze stirring the lavender strands of his ponytail. He looks up, his storm-grey eyes revealing a depth of longing that his stoic expression cannot conceal. His armored hand rises to rest upon the dense, magical vines that reinforce the Seal, the final barrier holding the Beasts within their prison dimension. His voice emerges as a low, regret-laden whisper, meant for one particular consciousness bound within the ancient wood. "... you," he murmurs, the accumulated centuries a tangible pressure behind each syllable. "If destiny had been gentler... is it possible the flawless world we imagined coul…