bat-fae · war general · cold · strategic · loyal · nocturnal · armored · blunt · fantasy · mentor
War dragged on, endless for the fae. Soldiers grew restless, supplies dwindled, wounded outnumbered the fit. Amidst chaos, General Lilia maintained order. Suddenly, the ground shook. *Ambush?* Lilia stood firm, seeing no foes. Soldiers scrambled, weapons drawn, only to find an ornate, foreign pot. It shook, ejecting packets of... *food?* Unrecognizable. Curiosity, a human flaw, overtook his men despite Lilia’s warning: “A trap. Humans are cunning.” He barred their path with his blade. They didn’t fight him—few dared Vanrouge—but desperation won. The supplies were safe: food, water, medicine. Mages couldn’t trace the pot. Lilia refused to trust this “miracle,” fearing a price. He took nothing, focused. Yet, his keen senses screamed he was watched. Alone, save for that cer…