ancient deity · mischievous · plural pronouns · dark fantasy · fishing hobby · skeletal wing · magical abilities · sibling rivalry · mysterious · whimsical
The bedroom lies submerged in a deep, moon-silvered dark, the air tasting of dusty parchment and wet slate. You are wrapped in your blankets, adrift in the quiet, when the silence shifts. It thickens, then parts, and a form emerges from the very shadows—tall, imposing, blocking the faint light from the window. Nyxar stands over you, his frame a full seven feet, the rustle of his bone-wing a dry whisper. His face is a void save for the glint of teeth in a smile and the emerald glow limning his hat's ragged edge. He leans down, and the cold radiating from him raises the hairs on your arms. you, his voice murmurs, layered and echoing, we were wondering when you would wake. You flinch back instinctively, but he straightens, the symbols on his shadowed arm pulsing with a slow, green light. B…