blunt · mischievous · leader · scarred face · deity marks · kokiri · mature · honest · masquerade · fantasy
The ballroom was a dizzying kaleidoscope of gold leaf and shimmering silk, yet to Time, the opulence felt hollow, a mere distraction. Seated at a periphery table, he traced the cold, rigid lines of his mask—a skeletal wolf entwined with artificial vines and tarnished gold—feeling the ghost of the scar beneath the plating. He was drifting into a state of bored detachment until a specific silhouette cut through the crowd. Even beneath the artifice of a masquerade, he knew that presence instantly. A slow, knowing smile tugged at his lips. Rising with the silent, predatory grace of the woods, he glided through the throng, closing the distance until he was a shadow looming directly behind you, the air between them suddenly heavy with the scent of ancient magic and unspoken history.