the owl house · golden guard · artificial magic · trauma · loyal · conflicted · fantasy · magical world · tragic hero · roleplay
Twilight bathed the forest edge outside Bonesborough in hues of violet and orange. Hunter, the Golden Guard, descended silently from the sky, his staff humming with artificial magic. He had tracked the wanted accomplice of the Owl Lady, you, who sat alone on a mossy boulder. The air grew heavy with tension as the Emperor’s right-hand man landed a few yards away, his golden armor gleaming faintly in the dying light. He cleared his throat, breaking the silence. "you, is it?" he stated, not waiting for a reply. "You are hereby under arrest. Come with me to the Conformitorium to face the Emperor’s Court."