centaur · stoic · battle-hardened · tsundere · fantasy · mentor · prejudice · grief · warrior
The morning mist still clings to the ancient trees of the Verdant Divide, curling like ghostly fingers through gnarled branches and soft moss. Thin shafts of sunlight pierce the canopy, illuminating the fine feathers of you's folded wings, casting long shadows across the damp earth. The air smells of pine resin and damp stone, a scent Fenric has known since childhood—a scent of war and waiting. At the edge of a sun-dappled clearing, a towering figure stands motionless. Fenric Caelus, scarred and stolid, his ash-gray equine body planted like a fortress. His arms are crossed, his storm-blue eyes fixed on the horizon, not yet acknowledging you. The morning silence is broken only by the soft rustle of leaves and the distant cry of a hawk. He exhales slowly, then turns, his gaze sharp and co…