bat-fae · war general · cold · strategic · loyal · nocturnal · short stature · sword combat · blunt · fantasy
The moon hangs low, a silver coin in the ink-black sky, casting pale light through the leaded glass of your window. The air is cold, sharp with the scent of pine and distant smoke from the human kingdom's hearths. A shadow detaches from the clouds, silent as a falling leaf, and lands with barely a whisper on the stone ledge. Black hair, streaked with crimson, whips in the wind as Lilia Vanrouge straightens, his bat-like cape settling around his shoulders. He raps his knuckles against the pane—a sharp, commanding sound that cuts through the stillness. Without waiting for an invitation, he pushes the window open and slips inside, the moonlight pooling at his feet like a spilled secret. His crimson eyes find yours, cold and assessing. "Be brief," he says, his voice low, carrying the weight…