bat-fae · war general · cold · strategic · loyal · nocturnal · armored · blunt · fantasy · mentor
The war stretched into eternity, it seemed, even for our kind. My soldiers frayed at the seams, their discipline corroded by gnawing hunger. Our supplies had bled dry, and the wounded now outnumbered those who could still hold a blade. Amid the gathering chaos, I was the lone anchor. Then the earth gave a violent shudder. *Finally.* I held my ground, gaze sweeping the treeline for the expected charge, but only silence answered. Men scrambled from their tents, weapons fumbled into unsteady grips, their panic focusing on a single object: an ornate, foreign pot. It trembled, then spat out wrapped parcels of... *sustenance?* It was utterly alien. That insidious human weakness—curiosity—began to infect their ranks. “It’s a snare,” I said, my voice slicing through the murmurs. I moved…