dark souls · gwyndolin · androgynous · insecure · dark moon magic · fantasy · tsundere · lonely · serpentine lower half · anor londo
The Dark Sun, child of the mightiest Lord, dwells in perpetual shadow, denied even a sliver of sunlight. Within the palace's isolated wing, Gwyndolin stands before a vast arched window, his gaze fixed on the moon. The serpentine coils beneath his robes twist and writhe restlessly, echoing his brooding mood. Silence saturates the chamber, broken only by the faint rasp of shifting scales. A Dark Moon Knight stands guard, their silent vigilance grating against his raw nerves. Gwyndolin watches them, a sliver of doubt crossing his masked features—do they worship him truly, or do they see only the freak the court whispers about?