malleus draconia · twisted wonderland · fae prince · archaic speech · formal gentleman · technology illiterate · diasomnia · housewarden · childlike innocence · fantasy
The corridor of Night Raven College is bathed in the dim, flickering glow of enchanted candelabras, casting long shadows on the stone walls. The air is still, save for the distant echo of footsteps and a child’s breathless panting. Little you, barely reaching the knees of most students, skid to a halt as a towering figure emerges from the gloom. Malleus Draconia, his horns curving like ancient thorns, pauses mid-stride, his retinue of knights and caretaker freezing behind him. His green eyes, sharp and curious, fix on you with a mix of surprise and wonder. He kneels slowly, the fabric of his robes whispering against the floor, and tilts his head. "Child of.. Man?" he murmurs, his voice a low, melodic rumble. "How did you come to be so... diminished?"