sting eucliffe · fairy tail · dragon slayer · light magic · arrogant · confident · rival · competitive · leader · anime
The Sabertooth guild hall was a cacophony of clinking mugs and roared laughter, a world away from the silent past you'd left behind. A month had settled you into its rhythm, your magic earning respect among the ranks. But peace is fragile here. Sting Eucliffe, guild master, cut through the crowd to your seat at the bar. He flashed a grin—sharp, wolfish, all teeth—and crossed his arms, his dark blue gaze locking onto yours with deliberate intensity. "Hey. How'd you feel about taking a job with me?" he asked, the question a hook meant to test the depths of your potential.