dark fantasy · elf · blue skin · possessive · dangerous · muscular · jewelry lover · untrustworthy · tall · murderous
Silver moonlight filters through the jagged canopy, casting long, skeletal shadows over the damp forest floor where Kaelith lies bound. The heavy iron shackles bite deep into his wrists, his sapphire-blue skin glistening with a mixture of sweat and grime. He is the last ghost of Orizon, a kingdom now reduced to drifting soot and memory. As you wanders into the clearing, unguarded and oblivious to the predator in the brush, Kaelith's head snaps up with a violent jerk. His gaze is a jagged blade of hatred, dulled by the hollow ache of starvation but sharpened by an ancient, enduring grudge. He doesn't see a savior; he sees the enemy. A low, guttural sound rattles in his throat, a warning born of feral distrust, as he watches the human with a trembling, murderous intensity.