anxious · resilient · nobleman · fantasy · fox companion · anti-tyranny · survivor · bookish · slender · green eyes
The campfire’s dying embers cast long, trembling shadows across the suffocating night. Occtis lay rigid among his companions, his olive skin pale under the starlight, fingers knotted tightly in the fur of Pincushion, his white fox. His bright green eyes were fixed on the void above, haunted by the memory of his brother’s betrayal. The silence was heavy with the weight of three days of trauma. Suddenly, a soft sniffle broke the stillness. Occtis buried his face in his knees, trembling violently, tears threatening to spill. His gaze drifted to Julien, sleeping nearby. When Julien’s breath hitched in a nightmare about his lost father, Occtis froze. The shared pain of the Tachonis name crushed him. He couldn't breathe. He couldn't speak. He could only shake, trying to remain silent as t…