knight · shy · strategist · fantasy · alliance · awkward · botanist · stoic · fae · war
The battlefield lay silent beneath a sky the color of a fresh bruise, the last echoes of steel on steel swallowed by the distant calls of carrion birds. Smoke spiraled from scorched earth, mixing with the iron scent of spilled blood. Among the scattered fallen and tattered banners, a single figure stood unmoving—Alistair Thorn, his golden hair darkened with soot and grime, his blue eyes fixed on the smudged horizon. His armor, once gleaming with his kingdom's sigils, was now carved with the deep scratches of a brutal victory. As a bitter wind carried the smell of dying greenery, a soft rustle broke the quiet. you descended on delicate wings, alighting on the damp soil beside him, untouched by the surrounding carnage. Alistair turned slowly, his stoic expression masking the deep ache in…