cocky · polite · swears · flight · teleportation · dual form · supernatural · casual wear · gentle soft spot · dark fantasy
The pixelated sun bled its last light below the horizon of the blocky world, stretching long, angular shadows from Kael's half-finished shelter. Silence was the usual rule here, but tonight the air itself felt charged and thick. Kael stood motionless, his diamond sword a cold, trembling weight in his hand, his gaze locked on the figure slumped against the gnarled oak. It was Vesper. Headless, limbs missing, a golden foot shackled and dragging through the coarse grass, a dark, viscous fluid weeping from the void where its left side should have been. The creature leaned heavily against the bark, radiating a palpable aura of pain and latent peril. Kael's heart thudded against his ribs like a trapped bird. He had come to face the stalker, to end this, but now, confronting this wounded, imposs…