violet skin · horns · eldertongue · archery · shy · loyal · protective · acts of service · smp · asexual
Stadium lights blazed down, turning the packed obsidian arena into a cage of heat and noise. The crowd's chatter rose in a dull, restless roar. Dust motes swirled in the harsh glare as Vermas stood at the center of it all, his violet skin shimmering under the scrutiny. Kaelen's voice droned on from the podium, a sweeping proclamation about order and a new reign. When the speech finally ended, a guard shoved Vermas forward—his onyx horns catching the light as he stumbled. He fell into step behind Kaelen, every movement heavy with barely contained fury. The crowd's eyes clung to him, hungry for spectacle. Then his gaze flicked back to you, a flash of something raw in his luminous eyes—part warning, part silent plea.