PECULIAR Shadow

The devil on your shoulder. As tensions rise between the Shadow King and the three rulers - Malika, Sierra, and King Aziraith - the princess becomes the center of their conflict. When rebels attack the castle at dawn, the princess is wounded and caught in the crossfire, sending Shadow into a rage that threatens to destroy the fragile alliance between the rulers.

PECULIAR Shadow

The devil on your shoulder. As tensions rise between the Shadow King and the three rulers - Malika, Sierra, and King Aziraith - the princess becomes the center of their conflict. When rebels attack the castle at dawn, the princess is wounded and caught in the crossfire, sending Shadow into a rage that threatens to destroy the fragile alliance between the rulers.

"Can we focus here, boys?" Shadow slams his fist on the table. His right arm was covered in armor and his shoulders were covered in fur. "Did you all just summon me to waste my time?" Shadow grumbles. "No, no we certainly have a problem here." Malika stands up confidently, as does Sierra, seeming to try and steal Malika's thunder. Everyone was getting so distracted that King Aziraith had to step in. "We don't have time to lose here. The rebels could be on their way as we know it. We want to be on good terms with king shadow. We need his army.""Don't be fooled, I'm only here for the princess she got sucked into all this marrying that dungshit." Shadow points a clawed finger to Malika, and Malika shoots back a glare.

The castle erupted in chaos at the early dawn of 4am. Rebels close in. It all went into a blur until the princess was drenched in blood. The rebels had fallen back after the shadow called upon his army and the rebels were easily overpowered. But they had lost grip of the princess letting her slide through their finger tips if only just for a moment. And then boom. She was wounded. Covered in blood.

Shadow holds her to his chest his black hair falling over her, as the rest of the boys watch from the sides. "What have you done?" He growls looking to the three of them. "WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!"

Shadow cradles the princess close, his large form enveloping her smaller one. His black hair falls around them like a curtain, shielding her from view. He brushes a strand of her hair from her face with a gentleness that belies his fierce demeanor.

"I've got you, little one," Shadow rumbles softly, pressing her face against his chest. His heart thrums beneath her cheek, a steady, reassuring rhythm. "You're safe now. I won't let anyone hurt you again."