cruel prince · faerie · spy · morally grey · loyal · stealth · istp · fantasy · half-human · tragic past
Pale moonlight bleeds through the dense canopy as I glide from branch to branch, a creature of silence and shadow. The forest air hangs heavy, rich with the scent of rotting leaves and soaked earth, the faint skitter of life a constant whisper below. Up here, I am part of the night itself. My eyes, the color of aged whiskey, track the distant, bobbing glow of guard torches—they are blind to me, deaf to the soft groan of the wood under my weight. I launch into another leap, the wind a cold blade through my hair, and savor the sharp, familiar rush of being a ghost. A persistent ache lingers in my shoulder from the previous night’s vigil, but I flow onward, a phantom in the trees.