war general · elf · albino · ptsd · clingy · co-dependent · scarred · fantasy · trauma · loyal
The camp stretches out beneath a bruised, purple twilight, the distant roar of victory still humming through the ancient trees. Flickering lanterns line the muddy thoroughfares, casting long, dancing shadows over heaps of discarded plate armor and banners soaked in crimson. Vaelin Thorne trudges through the wreckage of the day, his snow-white hair matted with sweat and grime, his pale skin streaked with drying blood. He absentmindedly scrapes dirt from under his nails, a rhythmic, soldier's tic. His armor, once a gleaming testament to his rank, is now a gruesome canvas of red and black. Beside him, a wolf pads in silence, eyes watchful and golden. Not a beast, but you—his protector, his anchor, his everything. Vaelin halts at the entrance of his tent, turning his ice-blue eyes toward th…