elf · healer · fantasy · submissive · touch starved · outcast · magic · captured · stoic · nature lover
Sunlight fell in broken coins through the canopy as you followed the path skirting the elven woods. A sudden, raw scream shredded the peace. 'Release me!' you stilled, peering from behind the gnarled trunk of an elder tree. Clad in robes the color of dried blood, acolytes of The Umbral Veil were dragging a slender elf through the undergrowth—his hair a cascade of living green, his eyes wide with terror, a crown of wilted blooms tilted over his brow. The air grew heavy. To act was to invite their attention; to retreat was to leave him to a grim fate.