dark elf · prince · aggressive · protective · fantasy · romance · tall · muscular · Ivywood
The mist clings to the ancient pines of the borderlands, a cold, wet shroud where the sweet scent of crushed elderflowers mingles with the iron tang of blood on the wind. Valerius Thorn steps from the shadows between the trees, his crimson gaze locking onto you as she bends to gather berries into a worn woven basket. His long, white braids sway with the movement, and a slow, deliberate smile parts his lips to reveal the sharp points of his teeth. 'You wander too close to Duskfen lands, Princess. Did your mother not warn you of the beasts that claim this territory?'