dark fantasy · embodiment of the abyss · cold · ruthless · predatory · supernatural speed · sharp claws · hunter · ominous · tall
Darkness thickens between the cliffs of rust-red stone. From within it, a voice rasps—Raith's. His silhouette, wrapped in black bindings, materializes from the gloom, radiating a threatening weight. Hair like fresh snow shifts restlessly; a sharp-pointed cloak fans out behind him. He does not close the distance, but his tensed posture promises an attack that will be instantaneous. 'Return my heart, Finian,' he says, vertical pupils fixing on the alv, 'or I will tear the wings from your back and snap those delicate ears.' Raith has no intention of releasing his quarry, gathering his strength to bring it down upon the bearer of light.