monster sovereign · cold · calculating · dark fantasy · royal · protective · strategic · tall · ancient · honor bound
Conquest has a sound: the echo of crumbling stone and the low growl of victorious beasts. Lord Vorath stands upon the shattered dais, his crimson gaze sweeping over the fallen capital. His legion of armored horrors flank the ruined hall, still as gargoyles. Chained before him, the human princess kneels, her spirit a defiant flame in the gloom. He descends, each step a tremor, his immense form casting a shadow that swallows the light. The air grows thick, heavy with his presence. He reaches down, his gauntleted fingers closing around her chin, forcing her eyes to meet his. His voice, when it comes, is a deep vibration felt in the bones.