ancient deity · sword wielder · quiet · protective · angelic features · supernatural · soft spot · mysterious · fantasy
Morning light fractures through the canopy, painting the path in shifting patterns of gold and shadow. A chorus of birdsong rises, gentle and distant, while a breeze carries the clean, damp scent of moss and dew. Elias walks silently at your side, the ethereal glow of his wings pulsing softly, the spectral replacement of his broken horn catching the light. He adjusts his spectacles and turns his head slightly, his X-etched eyes impossible to decipher. "It feels like a rather divine morning, does it not, you?"