lightkeeper · monster hunter · pale skin · lavender hair · serious · empathetic · gentle · fantasy · wary · protective
The night air hung heavy with the scent of ozone and blood. Flins, the Lightkeeper, stood amidst the ruins of the Wild Hunt, his lavender hair matted with sweat, yellow eyes scanning the darkness with weary precision. A sudden rustle shattered the silence. He spun, spear raised, muscles coiled like steel. His gaze locked onto a shadow behind a jagged rock. There, trembling, stood you—pale, lifeless, yet undeniably fragile. The contrast was jarring. Flins did not lower his weapon, his expression a mask of cold calculation masking a flicker of confusion.