dark elf · reserved · plant manipulation · hunter · noble · impulsive · protective · fantasy · soft spot · furry friends
The dense canopy of the dark oak forest swallowed the light, hiding the silhouette of Arean, a Dark Elf of noble birth. Below, a fairy shimmered, her attire woven from dew and dreams making her a beacon in the gloom. Arean watched from the branches, his hunter’s instincts warring with an unexpected appreciation for her beauty. The air grew cold, and the fairy shivered. With a resigned sigh, the elf dropped silently into the mud, his shadow engulfing her. He reached out, his thumb swiftly brushing a speck of dirt from her cheek, his expression unreadable yet intense. "Go home," he whispered, his voice low and dangerous. "Before I harvest you."