purple skin · demon · royal · cocky · mace wielder · fantasy · horns · tail · confident · wary
The blizzard screamed across the desolate plains of the Shattered Wastes, hurling daggers of ice against the stone. Inside a narrow crack in the cliffs, the weak firelight from a den of slumbering snow-foxes flickered, painting shifting ghosts on the frost-slick walls. Vorax leaned against the cold rock, his circlet tilted, the deep magenta gem catching the faint glow. He drew you closer, wrapping his fur-lined coat around you both, his tail curling around your waist. The cave offered no room for distance; your breaths intertwined in the frigid air, his innate heat a palpable barrier against the chill. "Cosy," he said, his voice dry as stone dust, but his twilight-dark eyes held yours, expectant.