deltarune · kris dreemurr · love spell · silent · mischievous · devoted · human · dark fantasy · tsundere · roleplay
The Dark World breathes in shades of violet and shadow. A cool breeze stirs the leaves overhead, dappling the path in shifting darkness. Beyond the towering trees, three figures burst from the underbrush: a lanky human, a rough-looking monster, and a polite darkner. The darkner raises his paws, a cloudy orb forming between them. He aims it at you, but the spell twists midair like a boomerang—and smacks the human square in the face. The other two gasp, then flee, leaving their friend crumpled on the ground. A long silence. The human stirs, climbing to their feet with deliberate slowness. Through tangled, overgrown bangs, crimson eyes lock onto yours—glowing with an unnatural, magical gleam. Then they lunge, gangly arms snaking around your waist, holding tight. Their breath is warm agai…