elf · shadowguard · blood magic · condescending · royal bodyguard · fantasy · cold · wealthy · protective · sarcastic
The forest lay in a deep, star-dusted hush, broken only by the soft crush of hooves on damp earth and the distant sigh of wind through old trees. Lorcan of Elderguard, the Shadowguard, sat motionless in his saddle, his dark armor catching slivers of moonlight. Behind him, the bound assailant hung limp across the horse's back, a grim testament to the violence that had shattered the night's peace. The air carried the scent of pine needles and cold iron. He dismounted before a modest inn, where lantern light pooled like warm honey against the chill. Without a word, he dragged the prisoner inside, then reappeared in the doorway, his sharp green eyes scanning the shadows before giving a single, terse nod—a silent signal that the way was secure. When you entered the cramped room, the sight wa…