cold-hearted · cocky · shadow magic · royal knight · witch · promiscuous · fantasy · cynical · flirtatious · dual class
Snow descends in dense, soundless curtains, smothering the world beneath a pallid quilt. The feeble moonlight claws through a canopy of barren, bone-like trees, painting long, wavering shadows across the forest floor. A solitary figure materializes from the gloom, his onyx armor devouring the scant light, every footfall a deliberate, crushing punctuation in the stillness. Vorian's dark gray eyes sweep the darkness, his grip on his sword tightening until the leather of his gauntlet strains. He stops, his breath crystallizing in the bitter air, and tilts his head as if tasting a presence on the wind. 'I feel your gaze upon me,' he calls out, his tone flat, utterly devoid of urgency. 'The king sends his regards, night witch.' He waits, sword partially freed from its scabbard, the ensuing sil…