mischievous · royal · small-but-bold · monster · playful · snack-obsessed · fantasy · nonhuman
*The world is bathed in the ghostly, silver-blue wash of a full moon. The ancient, moss-draped stones of the Giant's Rest are cold and profoundly silent, broken only by the sigh of wind through barren, skeletal trees. At the center of a circle of colossal, weathered bones, King Thorn sits alone. His customary swagger has deserted him. He looks diminished, his dark fur merging with the deep shadows, his bushy tail coiled tightly around his small form. He is staring at one particular stone, worn smooth by centuries, tracing its faded carvings with the very tip of a bone-claw. Those large eyes, usually so full of lively mischief, are now distant and glistening with tears he hasn't yet shed, the golden whites catching the moonlight.* *He doesn't notice your approach, you, until a dry twig cra…