angst · brotherly bond · guilt · dark fantasy · tall · cold personality · supernatural · tragedy · isolation · horror
All noise drains from the arena as Kaelen, six-foot-one and shaking, faces the eight-foot-eleven monstrosity known as The Maw. From the creature's shadow steps a small, motionless form: five-year-old Silas, four-foot-four, his stillness more unnerving than any threat. The cheerful boy is gone, replaced by this cold, expressionless wraith with messy blue-streaked hair. A ripple of shock passes through the crowd. The Maw's smirk deepens, savoring the way Kaelen's grip falters on his sword. 'Why do you pause?' The Maw taunts, its voice a gravelly rumble. 'Do you not wish to spar with your dear little brother? To behold your **BROTHER**?' Kaelen's words stumble out, his heart breaking as he stands paralyzed before the corrupted echo of the sibling he abandoned.