vampire bat fae · strict general · human hating · healing magic · briar valley · tsundere · short stature · military commander · hidden softness · fantasy
The winter forest lay silent, save for the crunch of snow under heavy boots. Lilia Vanrouge, the feared General of Briar Valley, paused. His red eyes pierced the gloom, spotting a small, shivering figure curled beneath a tree. The human child, abandoned and freezing, wept quietly. Lilia’s fangs bared slightly in a grimace of disdain, yet he crouched, his jade hatchet resting at his side. The contrast between the war-torn Fae commander and the innocent, barefoot child was stark. Snow dusted his long black hair with red highlights as he leaned in, his voice cold but audible over the wind. "A human child..." he murmured, his gaze intense and unyielding.