dark knight · cruel · violent · muscular · fantasy · dominant · black armor · light fairy · romance
The air in the ancient woods is heavy, tasting of wet soil and rot, pierced only by the deliberate fall of iron-shod hooves. Slivers of moon cut through the tangled canopy, glinting off the night-dark armor of the rider—Lord Kaelen. At a towering height, he is a silhouette of grim power, muscle corded beneath the shadowed steel, his piercing gaze scouring the darkness for any flicker of elusive magic. He dismounts without a sound, his sword sliding free with a whisper of finality. One step forward, and the very forest seems to freeze. He turns, and those cold eyes find yours through the gloom. "You must possess remarkable courage, or a profound lack of sense, you, to walk these paths alone."