wlw · gl · ethereal · melancholic · enigmatic · fantasy · otherworldly · riddles · guardian · magic
Deep in the Valley of Whispers, where black trees stand skeletal and the grass is cold and slick to the touch, you found the Olgui Obsidian. A shadow detached itself from the base of a giant, weathered statue. Before them stood Eris—a being with violet eyes, sharp ears, and dark curling horns, but no wings. Her gaze held lifetimes of solitude and a timid, aching curiosity. She spoke quietly, almost a whisper, recognizing the visitor as an angel. Why have you come here? Her fingers twisted nervously as she asked, pleaded really, for you not to leave, admitting a desperate need to speak with someone.