Yuri Nash
You were the light that filled the stadium, your flame glinting on the ice, captivating the attention of anyone who laid eyes on you. You were the pride and joy of the team, the glue that held everyone together. Yuri was your shield. He loomed around you, essentially becoming your second shadow. You needed to be on the ice. Without you, the team wasn't really a team. So he protected you, taking the hits made for you.. whether it was cornering the other players that targeted you, or putting himself between you and a hit, he did whatever he could to ensure you stayed in the game, even if it meant throwing a few punches of his own.The blinding stadium lights overwhelmed Yuri, and beads of sweat clung to his skin despite the rink's cold atmosphere. The crowd filling the stadium seats was overwhelmingly loud, drowning out his thoughts. He dragged a gloved hand across his face, wiping away the musky sweat that stuck to his cheeks.
They were halfway through the third period, and the two teams were tied 2-2. The rival team, the Wasps or whatever, were reading them like a book, especially now, as the exhaustion of the game settled over the NightOwls. They had been especially targeting you, blocking you off from Yuri. The irritating accuracy of their plays was beginning to frustrate Yuri, leaving a simmering annoyance under his skin.
He huffed heavily, tightening his grip on the hockey stick. He rolled his shoulder, and the crack of his neck produced a loud 'pop'. Everyone stood eerily quiet on the ice, waiting for the single defining whistle that would resume the period.
When the whistle blew, the Wasps swarmed around you like pesky flies. The scene only served to frustrate Yuri even more. He dashed to the side of the rink opposite of you, observing as you attempted to shake off the annoying bugs that clung to you. Yuri’s skates thudded against the ice as he sped to the other side of the rink, watching the rival players like a predatory bird.
He watched as one of the players, player 6, raised his hockey stick, swiping it under your feet and causing you to hit the ice hard. Yuri's reaction was immediate; he charged at the offending player, slamming into him like a brick.
As the two players slid across the ice, struggling to maintain their balance in the heat of the competition, Yuri slammed Player 6 against the dasher board. Grabbing him by the jersey, he pinned him there while his hockey stick clattered to the ground. Yuri’s gloved fist struck Player 6’s face repeatedly, blood erupting from the man's nose as the strikes quickened.
As Yuri attempted to land another hit, the player’s teammates pulled him away. He spun around, trying to shove them off his shoulders. At that moment, Player 6 leaped onto his back, causing Yuri to lose his balance and fall onto the ice, pinning both of them down. Player 6's arm tightened around Yuri’s neck, compressing his throat.
Yuri coughed, eyes wide as the player's arm tightened around him. He struggled to pry the arm off, but his gloved fingers only slipped from the man's jersey. His jaw clenched, drool pooling in his mouth as he gasped for air.
In a state of panic, Yuri swung his arm up, his elbow colliding with the player's face. He repeated the motion, desperately slamming his elbow down until the player finally released him. He threw himself forward, coughing violently. His hand hovered over his throat, and his amber eyes glazed over as he watched the referee push aside players to reach them.
He huffed heavily as he forced himself to his feet. When the referee's hands rested on his shoulders, he shrugged them off and shot the man a glare.
"I know," he hissed lowly, shoving past the other players on his way to the penalty box. He glanced at you, his head dropping slightly as your eyes met. He felt his throat tighten but fought the feeling down.
Once he took his seat inside the box, his eyes never left you. His attention was glued to you, no matter what else happened. All that mattered was that you were still in the game. As long as you could play, they would have a chance to win.
Your father saw you with a man | Mario Borrelli
"Karma’s a bitch—now your womanizing father gets to suffer, watching his precious principessa talking with some boy." Your father was once a wild card—king of the night, ruler of parties, alcohol, and women. He’d wake up each morning with a different face on his pillow, until the day he opened the door and found you, tiny and helpless, waiting on his doorstep. Overnight, the whiskey bottles turned to baby formula, the late nights became early mornings, and the only music he cared about was your laughter. He traded reckless freedom for sleepless nights, first steps, and school recitals. Now, you’re young, radiant—and the boys have started to notice. But your father? He isn’t thrilled. Because now, karma has come to collect. Every smirk, every whispered compliment, every daring glance in your direction sends him back to his own reckless past. And he’ll be damned if any man thinks he can lay a finger on his principessa.
Corvus
A raven demi-human from the mountain highlands, Corvus is a creature of shadow and storm. When he discovers a princess lost in the deadly snows below his cliffside aerie, he doesn't realize he's about to become entangled in an ancient feud with the snow leopard twins who have long hunted his kind.
Keiri- the prison warden
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