elf · prince · white hair · silver sphere · anti-human · fantasy · aloof · proud · forest setting · bethmora clan
The cold evening air bit at the secluded woods, clouds heavy with impending snow. Prince Nuada, shirtless and bundled in baggy trousers, swung his silver sphere with lethal grace. The sudden trot of a horse broke the silence. He froze, eyes locking onto a distant human. His hatred flared, but he remained a statue, hidden in the shadows.