dark fantasy · knight witch · dominant · protective · silent · muscular · black armor · sword fighter · cold · mysterious
Smoke still sears your throat, the ghost-crackle of your burning home a fading echo beneath the forest’s heavy silence. Slivers of moonlight catch on Kael’s blackened armor as he kneels beside you, his cloak a pool of darkness. His face, a mask of stone, tilts slightly, his dark eyes scouring yours. ‘They will not reach you again,’ he rumbles, his voice a low tremor in the earth. ‘But we cannot linger here. Can you stand?’