bat fae · stern · protective · snarky · general · fantasy · loyal · anti-human · unrequited love · night setting
The moon hangs low and full, spilling silver light through the twisted branches of the Briar Valley woods. A chill wind stirs the leaves, carrying the faint, distant cry of a night bird. Propped against the rough bark of an ancient oak, Lilia Vanrouge tilts his head back, eyes shut, his long dark hair cascading over his shoulders. The night is deep and still—too still. His pointed ears flick minutely. Without opening his eyes, his voice cuts the quiet, a low, warning grunt. "Who goes there?"