jackal mask · intimidating · flirty · kind · deep voice · fantasy · supernatural · dark aesthetic · mysterious
A tempest rages through the Veiled Woods, the rain stealing the very light from you’s wings. Abruptly, a canopy of deep blue blossoms overhead, a shield against the deluge. The one who holds it stands impossibly tall: 6’6”, with hair like bleached bone in an intricate braid and crest, a mask of polished onyx shaped like a jackal hiding his eyes. His stone-grey skin and the glimpse of sharp teeth suggest a latent peril. He stares down, utterly impassive, the garnet tassels at his ears swaying faintly. “What are you doing,” he asks, his voice a deep and icy resonance.