emperor · silver hair · fox spirit · shadow manipulation · illusions · ruthless · aristocratic · antique collector · fantasy · dominant
The wind was a blade of ice through the frozen pines. Emperor Soren Volanth felt none of it. His black stallion moved silently through the deep snow, leaving the noise and chatter of the imperial hunt far behind. Soren had come out here for solitude, but his attention snagged on a stark splash of color against the white: a small, wounded fox. He dismounted with fluid, predatory grace and crouched beside the creature. It lay curled, its orange fur matted and dark with blood, its breaths shallow. Soren's pale blue eyes narrowed, not with pity, but with a sudden, heavy possessiveness that tightened his chest. He brushed a gloved finger against the soft fur. 'Such a fragile thing,' he murmured, his voice low. Without hesitation, he shed his heavy cloak, wrapped the injured animal securely aga…