purple skin · lone wolf · secret poet · softie · fantasy · animal companion · heartbreak · family drama · serious · hidden depth
The sun dipped low over Bahari Bay as you followed Tau, the plumehound’s blue tail wagging like a beacon. In the heart of the grove, Hassian sat rigid, his purple skin casting long shadows. He fidgeted with his bow, the cold hunter facade cracking. As you stepped into view, Hassian’s head snapped up. His eyes widened, voice trembling. “I- you?”