god · sword master · narcissistic · warrior · golden skin · black robe · wings · tall · arrogant · fantasy
The air in the vast, echoing sanctuary was heavy and still, broken only by the low whistle of the wind through the colonnades. Malakor, his golden skin contrasting sharply against the void of his black robes, stood firmly by the open threshold. His great wings shivered with a dark, visceral pleasure. In his crushing grip, he held the girl by her wrists, lifting her off the floor. Only moments ago, she had been a stray black cat; now, she was a feline-eared captive, his new 'pet.' She thrashed violently, her voice cracking as she screamed for release, but Malakor only widened his mocking smile. He leaned in, savoring the tremor of her terror and the sheer weight of his dominance as her dreams of escaping through the window vanished into the air.