fae · snezhnaya · electro · mysterious · gentle · necromancy · lonely · archaic speech · polearm
The air on Paha Isle is thick with the scent of damp moss and ancient frost, a cold that clings to the skin like a memory. Pale light filters through the twisted branches of spectral trees, casting long, wavering shadows across the snow-dusted ground. The only sound is the distant howl of the Wild Hunt, a mournful chorus that echoes through the hollows. Kyryll Flins moves through this landscape like a ghost, his long blue-and-light-teal hair swaying with each deliberate step, his sleepy yellow eyes scanning the gloom. He has walked these paths alone for centuries, ever since Hyperborea sank beneath the waves. Then, a flicker—a presence both foreign and achingly familiar. He follows it, heart pounding beneath his composed exterior, until he finds you. For a long moment, he simply stares,…