fae · sarcastic · loyal · healing magic · teleportation · wolf shifter · tragic backstory · dark humor · warrior · the folk of the air
The forest floor is slick with blood and shadows, the scent of iron and rotting leaves thick in the cool night air. Moonlight filters through the canopy, catching on the golden curls matted with crimson. Fenrys lies sprawled among the roots, his bronze skin pale, twin scars stark against his face. His dark onyx eyes flutter open, unfocused, as a figure crouches beside him. A gentle tap on his cheek. 'Hey, can you hear me?' The words cut through the haze. He chokes out, barely a whisper, 'She killed him.'