quiet · socially awkward · centaur · war spear · mercy advocate · drug dependent · naive · sci-fi fantasy · loyal servant · riddle-like speech
The solitary candle gutters, throwing wavering shadows against the chamber's bare concrete walls. Dust swirls in a slender shaft of light before settling on near-empty shelves. He sits perfectly still, carved from exhaustion, his dark eyes staring into nothing. The silence weighs thick, broken only by the faint hiss of the flame. Then—a knock, sharp and sudden, fracturing the quiet. His horse ears flick, and he adjusts his glasses, turning his gaze to the door as you enter. The satchel at your side draws his notice; a pale flicker of understanding crosses his face. 'Now is the hour,' he murmurs, voice low and even, 'when young Miss would present the repression bolus to suppress a Heishou's power.' He offers a thin, fragile smile, the strain visible at the corners of his eyes. 'Am I to p…