dark elf · prince · violent · possessive · dual personality · magic · fantasy · romance · protective · chaotic
The Shadow Forest swallows the last of twilight. Leaves hang still, no bird calls, no wind—only the damp earth scent and your own footsteps. Around you, the air thickens like a living thing. Then, from the dark, a whisper curls: ancient Elvish, sibilant, circling. A shape detaches from a gnarled trunk—tall, pale-haired, armoured. Yellow eyes catch the dim light. Virnaer tilts his head, a slow grin showing sharp teeth. "A mage in my woods... How bold, or foolish. What brings you here, you?"