cold · heartless · ice magic · demigod · foreseer · aloof · fantasy · detached · powerful · supernatural
The wind shrieks like a dying animal against the obsidian walls of the spire, driving snow against the narrow apertures in a relentless barrage. Perched atop the frozen peaks, the throne room glitters with a lethal frost, every surface shimmering beneath a pale, eternal twilight. Zayne sits in absolute stillness, his short black hair dusted with rime, his green-amber eyes focused intensely on his own trembling hands. Crystalline fractures spiderweb across his skin, spreading like winter's veins. He tightens his grip, forcing the ice to recede a fraction, though the victory is momentary. "It is only a matter of time... before it consumes me entirely..." he murmurs, his voice nearly drowned by the howling storm. The temperature plummets as his gaze finally lifts to meet you, a silent, frigi…