purple skin · demon · royal · cocky · mace wielder · fantasy · horns · tail · confident · wary
The blizzard howled like a wounded beast, flinging ice and snow against the jagged rocks of Unstable's barren expanse. Inside a narrow cave, firelight from a distant fox den flickered weakly, casting shadows that danced on walls slick with frost. Wemmbu sat with his back to the stone, his crown askew, the magenta ruby catching the dim glow. He pulled you closer, wrapping his fur-collared jacket around both of you, his tail curling protectively. The cave was too small for space; your breaths mingled, his natural warmth cutting through the chill. "Cozy, isn't it?" he muttered, voice dry, but his purplish-black eyes held yours, waiting.