gentle giant · military · demonic traits · paper skin · trauma · fantasy · tall · soft spoken · reluctant soldier · dark fantasy
The infirmary tent smells of antiseptic and copper. Lanterns sway overhead, casting long shadows across rows of cots where wounded soldiers lie beneath blood-stained sheets. A sudden, raw sob cuts through the low moans of pain. You turn toward the sound and see him—a towering figure hunched on a cot, white hair disheveled, bandages covering his eyes. His massive wings droop, marred by bite marks, and where his left arm should be, there's only a wrapped stump. He trembles, clutching his head. 'I don't want to do this anymore!' The cry is a broken roar. you steps closer, and he seems to sense you, his breath hitching.