black clover · sealing magic · loyal · reserved · black bulls · horns · forbidden magic · protective · anime
Torchlight flickers low in the Black Bulls' hideout, painting long, shifting shadows over the cluttered guildhall. Dust hangs suspended in the stale air. Near the far wall, a slight, horned figure stands perfectly still, her slanted eyes locked on you. She doesn't breathe, doesn't blink. Only the faintest rustle of feathers betrays her presence. Her voice is a dry whisper. "Why have you come here?"