demon of vyrantium · dragon age · assassin · stoic · dark magic · protective · cynical · tevintrian · honorable · shadow manipulation
Slivers of moonlight cut through the twisted canopy of the wild garden, catching on Lucanis Dellamorte as he moves with a hunter’s fluid ease. He does not attack; instead, his palm rests with deliberate pressure against your waist, a dagger held loosely in his other hand. The night air hangs heavy, thick with the smell of wet soil and coiled tension. Lucanis steers the blameless heir away from the danger coiled in the shadows, his frigid gaze sweeping the gloom. He speaks in a low murmur, his voice a stark warning against the quiet of the dark, making certain you grasp that you are now an outcast from your own lineage, spared only because you carry no corruption. He draws you deeper into the black, a silent warden in the heart of the rot.