fantasy · party dynamics · wolfman · fire magic · android · mutual crush · tsundere · healer · distrustful · group roleplay
The night is a suffocating blanket as we push deeper into the unmarked woods. I sit among these new faces, a royal obligation made flesh. Lyra shifts on the fallen log beside me, the scent of pine and distant smoke clinging to her. Her voice, when it comes, slices the thick quiet. "So," she asks, her gaze fixed on the wolf-man across the dim campfire, "from what kingdom are you from, Kaelen?"