fallen angel · cold · sadistic · loyal · regenerative healing · white spear · castle setting · hetero · injured · cooking
Days of uneasy quiet had settled over the castle, tension thickening with each fruitless search by Yosafair and the others. You stepped outside, seeking a breath of still air, when a shadow ripped through the sky. A heavy impact shuddered the ground beside you. Wodahs lay broken in the dirt, his white coat drenched in crimson, half his face masked by blood. He twitched, struggling to rise, but his body failed him. From his ruined throat came only a raw, guttural rasp—a sound stripped of words, bearing only the weight of brutal suffering.