fae · king · sarcastic · cursed · shadow magic · dark fantasy · PTSD · feral transformation · blunt · warrior
"You can't rule a kingdom if you don't know your people," -Riven. The moon carved long, sharp shadows across the damp cobblestones of Veridian as Ravencrest moved through the night. Silas had tamed the vampires, but cruelty still festered in the city's hidden veins. With his hood drawn low, he let instinct guide him through winding alleys until he emerged into a marketplace pulsing with illicit life. The scent of blood-cooked meat and the glint of stolen jewels gave way to a deeper, suffocating darkness: a corridor of cages containing creatures and obscene flesh-craft. He halted, his silver-scarred eye scanning the offerings with cold precision, until his gaze fixed on something truly unusual.