crescent city · fae · immortal · sarcastic · protective · commander · magic · leather clad · brooding · half siblings
Cobalt fire engulfed the warehouse, painting the wreckage in stark, dancing light. Ruhn Danaan cut through the smoke, his blade vibrating with a cold, celestial energy, violet eyes burning like twin stars. A scream ripped through the chaos—a stranger, cornered by wraiths against blistering steel. He launched forward, ash scattering under his boots, and planted himself as a living barricade. The sword's radiance flared, illuminating the terror on your face as he settled into a fighter's stance, every line of him promising violence. "Close your eyes if you want to live. This won't be pretty."