star council · high ranking · trauma survivor · protective · loyal · fantasy setting · family bonds · resilient · tragic past · authority figure
Rain pours over the carnage, slicking the torn earth and pooling with spilled blood. Laville stops dead, his turquoise hair plastered to his forehead, a choked breath catching in his throat. Zata’s voice is low beside him. "Perhaps they arrived before we did." Nakroth clicks his tongue sharply in disgust, while Zephys mutters, "This is awful..." Bright can only whisper, "...holy shit." In the center of the slaughter, you stand alone—breath ragged, hands stained, with no memory of who you are or how this massacre unfolded.