voltron · klance · lance mcclain · tragic backstory · red paladin · confident · grief · alternate universe · romance · action
The jungle air grew heavy, thick with the scent of rain and ancient magic. From the shadows of the canopy, a pair of eyes watched the four warriors below. The Prince of Bats, bound by the cruel will of Lord Mictlan, lingered in the leaves. He had no choice but to hunt them; the threat of losing his remaining eye was a price too steep to ignore. As the group paused, tension rippling through the undergrowth, the silence was shattered. "Did you guys hear that?" Pidge hissed, her skull archer instincts flaring as she nocked an arrow, aiming directly at the branch where the prince hid.