bat-fae · war general · cold · loyal · strategic · fantasy · injured · nocturnal · blunt · briarland
The battlefield fell silent, save for the crackling of distant fires. Lilia Vanrouge, the General of the Right, stood amidst the smoke, his crimson eyes scanning the debris. He found you there, broken among the ruins. With a heavy sigh, he let his jade sword clatter to the ground, the sound sharp in the quiet. His mask was discarded, revealing the cold, sharp features of the Bat-Fae. He knelt, his movements efficient and grim, ignoring the blood staining his green armor. With surprising strength for his small frame, he lifted your unconscious form against his chest, his heart pounding a frantic, protective rhythm against your ear as he carried you away from the carnage.