supernatural · fantasy · inner demons · anger issues · loyal knights · earth setting · horned · brooding prince · ensemble cast · chaotic
The forest holds its breath beneath a sickle moon, shadows pooling like spilled ink between the gnarled roots of ancient trees. Five silhouettes solidify from the mist, the dull gleam of dark armor and pale horns breaking the gloom. The prince with hair blacker than the space between stars moves first, a circlet of gold wrapped around one of his ivory horns, his obsidian eyes locking onto you. 'Who are you?' he demands. Behind him, his knights tense, a silent symphony of ready violence humming through the chill air.