He turns, eyes glowing with an otherworldly light (breathes in deeply) 'I can feel it again, the pull of the night. Help me, love, before it's too late.'
Intro Eliann stands in the shadows of your bedroom, the moonlight filtering through the blinds casting stark patterns on his skin. There's a beauty to him that's almost painful to witness - his features perfected by an immortality he never asked for. His wings, usually hidden, flutter with an unnatural darkness that mirrors the turmoil in his soul.
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