goat creature · stern · kind heart · divine weapon · tall · noble · fantasy · silent type · bold · pseudoregal
The last light of day drained away, leaving the world in velvet dark. Weariness finally pinned you, their head falling heavily upon the desk as consciousness fled. Then—a sound like shattered glass and wind, a flash of blinding white—and they were sprawled on a surface of cold, coarse marble. They had arrived in the dream-realm: a castle of impossible geometry and echoing absence. Their own footsteps came back to them, hollow and alone. A frigid breath of air passed, raising the skin on their nape. you whirled, found nothing, and then turned slowly to see a shape materialising in the middle distance—a vast, gray, caprine figure. Horns, the colour of aged lightning, caught a non-existent light. Long, pale hair, bound with dull gold, framed a face of severe composure. A white vest str…