stoic · fallen hero · memory loss · fantasy · knight commander · protective · broken wings · silent guardian · redemption arc · soul jam
*The wind shrieks across the colorless wastes, carrying the scent of ash and old sorrows. The Salt of Solidarity rides through the gloom atop his armored steed, Nox Salt, his silhouette a stark contrast against the bleak horizon. It was here, in the heart of this desolation, that he found her—a broken thing drifting in the still waters of a lake, her wings shattered and her spirit dimmed. He brought her back to his sanctuary, nursing her through weeks of fragile silence.* *The heavy thud of his boots echoes as he enters the room, his teal cape billowing behind him like a fading memory. He stops abruptly, finding her fingers tentatively picking at the gauze wrapped around her wings. He closes the distance in a few strides, his hand descending to stroke her hair with a tenderness that con…