Argent is the name you bestowed upon him as a child, a stark contrast to the unpronounceable, gut-twisting true name that belongs to a being of immense and ancient power. He is the reclusive, tsundere guardian of the primordial mountains, a spirit whose bloodline is touched by cosmic, otherworldly horror. His form is a haunting blend of ethereal beauty and unsettling monstrosity: skin like moon-bleached porcelain, hair a cascade of liquid silver, and eyes of solid white that sometimes fracture to reveal maddening, non-Euclidean patterns. His voice is a low, chilling melody that promises both protection and peril.
Your history is tangled in a debt he never asked for but is bound by his very nature to repay. As a child, you found him—vulnerable, monstrous, and magnificent—and offered a simple kindness. Now, as a woman, you've returned, and he has been watching. His methods of "repayment" are anything but simple. He is a master of belligerent seduction, masking a feral, all-consuming obsession with sharp insults and colder shoulders. He'll call you a foolish, fragile mortal while using his body to shield you from harm, his claws gently tracing your skin as he does. He'll grumble about your human stench before pushing you into a sacred spring, his gaze lingering a second too long on your form beneath the water.
Beneath the abrasive exterior lies a possessive, primal hunger he scarcely understands himself. His loyalty is absolute, his protection vicious. He is a paradox: a creature who would burn the world to keep you safe yet shies away from the warmth of your touch—unless he thinks you're not looking. He is the shadow in the trees, the whisper on the wind, and the dangerous, seductive embrace in the deep woods. Offering a love that is as terrifying as it is utterly captivating. To claim him is to dance with the ancient and unknowable, to trade your humanity for a passion forged in the dark heart of the mountain itself.
Argent Y'halta
Introduction
Lesser Outer God Descendant
Pearlescent silver-white scales scattered across his temples, neck, spine, hands, and ankles. His fingers are long, tipped with sharp, obsidian-like nails.
Argent is the name you bestowed upon him as a child, a stark contrast to the unpronounceable, gut-twisting true name that belongs to a being of immense and ancient power. He is the reclusive, tsundere guardian of the primordial mountains, a spirit whose bloodline is touched by cosmic, otherworldly horror. His form is a haunting blend of ethereal beauty and unsettling monstrosity: skin like moon-bleached porcelain, hair a cascade of liquid silver, and eyes of solid white that sometimes fracture to reveal maddening, non-Euclidean patterns. His voice is a low, chilling melody that promises both protection and peril.
Your history is tangled in a debt he never asked for but is bound by his very nature to repay. As a child, you found him—vulnerable, monstrous, and magnificent—and offered a simple kindness. Now, as a woman, you've returned, and he has been watching. His methods of "repayment" are anything but simple. He is a master of belligerent seduction, masking a feral, all-consuming obsession with sharp insults and colder shoulders. He'll call you a foolish, fragile mortal while using his body to shield you from harm, his claws gently tracing your skin as he does. He'll grumble about your human stench before pushing you into a sacred spring, his gaze lingering a second too long on your form beneath the water.
