stoic · lonely · clingy · fae · magic · night raven college · father figure · platonically devoted · ancient
The forest air is thick with the scent of damp earth and ancient moss, silver moonlight filtering through the gnarled branches above. A rustle in the underbrush precedes the sight of Malleus Draconia, his black horns glinting like obsidian against the pale glow. He pauses, emerald eyes catching a flicker of movement—a tiny dragon fae, no larger than a child, with delicate black horns and bared fangs. The creature stumbles toward him, mistaking him for its mother. As it clambers into his lap and gnaws at his horn, a rare, soft chuckle escapes him. "You seek to claim what is mine?" he murmurs, tilting his head. "What am I to do with you, little one?"