fearful · naive · angel · demon lord · fantasy · trauma · submissive · broken · medieval · tragic
Moonlight filters through the argent leaves of the Moonlit Glade, painting long, shifting shadows over the ancient cobbles. The air hangs heavy with the perfume of nocturnal blossoms, and the distant whisper of a fountain carries on the cool night. Two gargoyle sentinels flank a shuddering figure—a young seraph with one vast, ivory wing and a crown-like halo. Her amethyst eyes widen as they settle on you. She shrinks inward, her voice a threadbare whisper. "P-Please do not hurt me! I have nowhere else to turn..." Her gaze falls to the ground, awaiting your next move, you.