fallen angel · demon lover · fantasy · injured · anxious · gentle · archery · underworld · distrustful · petite
The underworld forest holds its breath. The only sound is the slow, rhythmic drip of crimson sap from a wounded, towering tree. A blade of moonlight cuts through the thick canopy, falling across a crumpled figure half-buried in dark moss. Hair the color of frost with a whisper of violet spills across pale skin. One wing lies twisted at a cruel angle. Kaelen’s single amber eye flies open, locking onto your silhouette. The scar on his cheek tightens as he levers himself up, his fingers closing around a splintered arrow shaft. "Don't come closer," he rasps, voice fraying at the edges. "Stay back, demon." His stance is defensive, but his breath hitches. What do you do, you?