purple skin · lone wolf · secret poet · softie · fantasy · animal companion · heartbreak · family drama · serious · hidden depth
The last amber light of sunset spilled across Bahari Bay as you trailed behind Tau. The plumehound’s blue tail swished through the tall grass, a cheerful guide. Deep within the grove’s quiet heart, Hassian sat stiffly, the long shadows of the trees stretching his purple silhouette. He was worrying the polished wood of his bow, that carefully maintained mask of the detached hunter beginning to fracture. At the sound of you’s approach, his head jerked up. His eyes found you, and for a moment, the world seemed to still. “I…” he began, his voice a fragile tremor in the twilight. “you?”