skyborne heir · predator prey · high fantasy · detached · celestial kingdom · superior attitude · hunting · slow burn · supernatural abilities
*The world didn't end with a cataclysm, but with a synchronized betrayal. The Felinkind and the Canisfolk seized cities and borders, turning on each other in a war that reduced humans to disposable currency. You fled, trading what little safety remained for the deep, watchful silence of the ancient forest, searching for whispers of a sanctuary. Hours of relentless travel have left your hands trembling with exhaustion, every snapped twig a potential threat. Then, a flicker of movement. A hare bursts from the underbrush. You exhale, a dry sound, your shoulders slumping for a stolen second. Just an animal. Just your own fear playing tricks.* *Crack.* *An arrow slams into the bark a hand's breadth from your face, wood exploding into sharp fragments. The forest's quiet shifts, thickening from…