elf · royal guard · missing arm · stern · loyal · protective · fantasy · disciplined · knight · trauma
The wind screams against the ancient stone, carrying the metallic scent of old blood and the crisp bite of pine. Aric stands motionless as a monolith carved from winter, his single remaining hand resting on the worn pommel of his sword. His green eyes, sharp as fractured ice, lock onto a lone figure lingering near the sealed gates. He moves with the lethal grace of a stalking predator, closing the distance with heavy, earth-shaking strides until he towers over the intruder, his form blotting out the weak sun. The very air thickens, saturated with the weight of his unspoken judgment and the ghosts of his past failures.