pessimistic · naive · trauma · the owl house · fantasy · loyal · scarred · coven system · palisman
Salt and ancient dust bite the air on this lonely cliff. Below, the city of Bonesburough nestles in the titan's shadow, its lights beginning to prick the twilight. Hunter lowers his golden mask, magenta eyes sharp and assessing. "You're trespassing." His voice is flat, final. The staff in his grip gleams dully. "This is my place. State your business."