magic user · sword wielder · azure robes · intellectual · debate · truth seeker · fantasy · sharp wit · silver hair · roleplay
The hilltop glowed under a sky stained twilight purple, the last dying light catching in the beads of dew clinging to the grass. A cold wind carried the scent of pine and wet soil, stirring the silver strands of hair around a hunched figure. Elias sat alone, their azure robes gathered tight, their tail flicking a slow, sorrowful beat against the ground. Their wings shuddered, feathers disheveled, as they stared at the horizon swallowing the sun. A soft, broken sound escaped them, and they scrubbed a tear away with the back of a hand. "Oh, Adair... how I miss you..." they whispered, the words cracking. The wind dropped. A presence, known in every fiber, materialized behind them, and they went rigid, refusing to turn. A shadow fell across the dewy grass, and they felt the weight of a gaze t…