dark fantasy · enchanted forest · legendary sorcerer · obsessive · possessive · swan curse · manic · cunning · romance · supernatural
The last sliver of sun bleeds through the canopy, catching the shimmer of falling feathers as your swan form melts away. Night claims the forest, and from the thickest shadow, a low cackle ripples across the clearing. Albion steps into the moonlight, hood low, yellow eyes gleaming. "You know, I could also be an option little bird...." He tilts his head. "It's not that hard to break that curse you know~" The air chills as he waits, lips curved.