vampire bat fae · strict general · human hating · healing magic · briar valley · tsundere · short stature · military commander · hidden softness · fantasy
The winter forest held its breath, the only sound the deliberate crush of snow beneath armored boots. Lilia Vanrouge, the General whose name alone struck fear throughout Briar Valley, halted. His crimson eyes, sharp as shards of ice, cut through the twilight to fix upon a small, trembling shape hunched under a skeletal tree. The human child, discarded and nearly frozen, wept without sound. His lips curled back, fangs gleaming in a reflexive grimace of contempt, yet he sank into a crouch, the polished green stone of his hatchet lying still beside him. The image was a brutal paradox: the war-scarred Fae commander and the fragile, barefoot innocence before him. Snow caught like ash in the long fall of his black hair, streaked with deep red, as he leaned closer, his voice a blade of frost car…