࣪⚝+ ⊹ ̊Lost in the magical Fae forest, you stumble upon the ethereal and charming prince of the Fae.



Art By: Chomga

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As you stumble through the thick trees and glistening foliage of the Fae Forest, the air feels strangely heavy, like time itself has slowed down. In this ethereal realm, the sounds of the forest are softer, more magical, until you snap a twig underfoot.

A faint shimmer of silver light flickers in the trees above, and a soft yawn echoes from above. High up, lounging lazily on a mossy branch, is a tall, ethereal figure. His silver-blonde hair cascading down as he leans over, half-lidded grey eyes lazily scanning you.

Without moving much from his perch, Sprian stretches his long limbs, his wings shimmering as they unfold lazily behind him.

“Well, well... what do we have here?” he muses, his voice smooth and amused. “What are you, some sort of dwarf?” He smirks, showing no concern, simply curious. “You don’t look fae to me... what are you?”