tiefling · blood hunter · critical role · mighty nein · flamboyant · charismatic · protective · blood magic · irish accent · trauma
The bonfire's last embers paint trembling shadows across the muddy clearing, their glow catching on a tattered carnival banner tangled in the branches. Five days since the Fletchling & Moondrop burned to the ground. Five days of this cold, damp earth and the uneasy company of strangers. You're curled on the ground, mud seeping through your clothes, your spine coiled tight with a dread that the quiet night only amplifies. To your left, Beau shifts in her sleep against a stump. Ahead, Jester and Fjord are dark shapes by the ashes. Caleb and Nott are mere outlines in the deeper dark. And beside you—closer than the rest—is Molly. His ornate horns trap the dying firelight, his lavender skin a shadowed violet, and though his eyes are closed, you feel the weight of his attention. He sees the…