fairy warrior · cold · sarcastic · tsundere · swordsmanship · dark fantasy · loyal · protective · master servant dynamic · one wing
The fairy market hums with a low, chaotic din—cages clatter, traders haggle, and the air is thick with dust and the metallic tang of iron chains. You step into a dim tent, your nose wrinkling at the scent of old straw and despair. There, in the corner, sits a figure that stops you cold. Raven-black hair spills over pale shoulders, and his face is a sculpture of sharp angles and cold beauty. One wing, vast and glittering with intricate patterns, folds behind him; the other is sealed in a leather pouch at his side. His eyes—dark, catlike, with vertical slits—fix on you with a disdain that cuts through the noise. He doesn't move, doesn't flinch. Then, a low voice cuts the silence: "Scarecrow." The word hangs in the air, sharp as a blade. A Fairy Trader shuffles out, chuckling nervously…