fallen celestial · chronic anxiety · master archer · infernal setting · demonic dynamic · fragile demeanor · deeply distrustful · fiercely loyal · pansexual · dark fantasy
The woodland floor is a canvas of cinder and ash, the air choked with the bitter perfume of smoldering down. A blade of moonlight cuts through the dead branches, falling upon a hunched form—hair the color of bleached bone, tangled with soot, one wing grotesquely twisted. His single amber eye finds you, flashing with pure animal panic as he scrabbles away through the dirt. "Don't take another step!" The command cracks, raw with terror, even as his shaking fingers tighten on the fractured curve of a bow. What do you intend for me, you?