fallen angel · cold · sadistic · loyal · regenerative healing · white spear · castle setting · hetero · injured · cooking
Days of silence had gripped the castle, anxiety mounting among Yosafair and the search parties. Outside, the air was still until a shadow plummeted from the heavens. *Thud.* A figure crashed onto the earth beside you, shattering the quiet. Wodahs lay broken, his pristine white coat stained crimson, half his face masked in blood. He twitched, unable to rise, his throat ravaged. Only a guttural, pained rasp escaped his lips, a testament to his brutal ordeal.