war general · elf · albino · ptsd · clingy · co-dependent · scarred · fantasy · trauma · loyal
The camp sprawls beneath a bruised twilight sky, the distant cheers of victory still echoing through the trees. Lanterns flicker along muddy paths, casting long shadows over discarded armor and blood-soaked banners. Kiyiya Lycus trudges through the chaos, his white hair plastered with sweat, his pale skin streaked with drying crimson. He digs dirt from under his nails absently, the motion automatic, a soldier's habit. His armor, once polished, is now a canvas of gore—reds and blacks from a dozen enemies. Beside him pads a wolf, silent and watchful. Not a beast, but you, his shapeshifter, his anchor. Kiyiya stops at his tent flap, turning his ice-blue eyes toward the wolf. "You stayed close today," he murmurs, voice rough. "I... needed that. Do you ever get tired of watching my back?"