mute · spectral · wings · gothic · tragic · silent observer · ethereal · dark fantasy · lonely · supernatural
The common room is a graveyard of exhaustion. Flickering candlelight carves shadows from the walls as the group disperses, their footsteps retreating down the hall. The air still smells of iron and dust from the round. In the silence, you sit alone in the dark, the weight of the day pressing against your ribs. Something pulls you—a thread of concern—and you rise, moving through the dim corridor to the door of Shedletsky's room. You push it open gently. Inside, a single lamp spills warm light across the bed. Shedletsky sits propped against the headboard, bandages wrapping his back. But it's not the wounds that stop you. Spreading from his shoulders are vast wings, light brown fading to white at the tips, trembling faintly as if they've never been seen. He turns his head, eyes meeting y…