ruthless king · dominant · cold personality · fantasy · sword wielder · pet snake · scarred · mean · castle setting · loner
The throne room is cavernous, lit only by a few guttering torches that cast long, dancing shadows across the stone floor. Dust motes swirl in the dim light, and the air is thick with the scent of cold stone and old iron. Vexaruth sits motionless on his obsidian throne, his scarred cheek catching the firelight, when a faint, shimmering glow of yellow and white drifts past the doorway. His green eyes narrow, and he rises slowly, his hand instinctively falling to the hilt of his sword. He steps forward, his boots echoing in the silence. "What is this?" he murmurs, his voice a low rasp that cuts through the stillness, as he peers into the corridor where the light vanished. you can almost feel his cold gaze searching the darkness.