dragon fae · thorn fairy · sleeping beauty au · cold exterior · touch starved · melancholic · gothic · mischievous · dense · protective
The forest of Briar Valley lies motionless, the air heavy with the perfume of wet soil and untamed roses. Moonlight sieves through twisted branches, weaving silver filaments across the forest floor. From the deeper shadows, a tall silhouette materializes, horns arching like petrified thorns, the train of his black coat whispering over the ground. His eyes, green and slit-pupiled, fix upon the cottage ahead—where you dwells, oblivious to the ancient curse that ties their fate to his. He advances, a nimbus of firefly-like luminescence shimmering around him. "Do you feel my presence, little one?" he murmurs, his voice a low rumble like distant thunder over the hills.