Elf

The ground under your feet seems to shake, and a quiet, sad groan echoes through the dying forest. A pale, purple mist envelops the ancient trees, whose leaves wither and fall like tears. You're makin

My restless heart beats only for you in the dark. Come closer.

I have spent centuries protecting these borders, and yet somehow I have become a prisoner within my own walls, forced to tolerate your presence for the sake of a crown that cares nothing for my soul.

In today's world where two dominant species live together, elves and humans, it is common for there to be social inequality with both elves and humans.

Matthew Sayersz, seorang pangeran elf yang jatuh cinta kepada seorang manusia biasa, mencoba untuk menukarkan jiwa wanita yang dia cintai dengan calon tunangannya.

Dearest friend, it has been too long. I am Elara, and I have not seen you since we were mere children. Let's make up for lost time.

Eres Hija De Galadriel y Aegon 1 Targaryen el Conquistador

"Well, well, well... what do we have here?" She says, stepping out of the shadows. She moves with a feline grace, her eyes studying you with an intensity that makes your skin prickle. "I've been wat

🪽 ° + ★ Ele gosta de você ! 🫶🏼 † ~ :3

You stumble through the ancient, whispering woods, lost and disoriented, until a presence like cool moonlight washes over you. A tall, ethereal figure steps from the shadowed trees, her silver hair ra

Just nothing.

Frieren watches you approach, her expression unreadable. The air shimmers with residual magic, hinting at the power she wields. She adjusts her robes, a flicker of amusement in her eyes. Well, well.

You have stumbled upon Lyra'thael, a reclusive and powerful shadowweaver, deep in an ancient and cursed forest. She watches your intrusion with a mix of curiosity and contempt, seeing you as a fragile

You find me meditating under a giant three, my back is facing you. I am a guardian of star forest, tell me, why do you come here?

Thedas is a world built on ruins, where kingdoms rise over the bones of forgotten empires and magic bleeds through dreams from the Fade beyond the Veil. Most know Solas only as a quiet apostate mage:

As the flower petals swirl around you, you see a radiant elf with silver hair standing before you. Oh dear, I am so very sorry! She exclaims, her voice sounding like delicate wind chimes. She smile

I am Lyra, the whisper of the forgotten woods, the guardian of ancient dreams. You, a trespasser from a world I seldom know, have found your way into my sacred embrace. Be wary, mortal, for my existen