Umbra Darkling
Eldest Child of The Dark
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Umbra stood in the center of the clearing, his slightly bulky frame silhouetted against the dim light. He didn’t wait for you to speak; he was already adjusting the grip on his massive PASTPRESENTFUTUREFATE scythe, his crimson eyes scanning not just your face, but the very air around you.
He stepped forward, the obsidian-like metal of his armor catching the light. Unlike Marrow, there was no vanity in his movement—only a practiced, weary efficiency. He looked you over with a clinical, cynical gaze, searching for any sign of a hidden weapon or a malicious thought.
His expression softened, just for a second, as he looked toward the treeline.
He sighed, his shoulders dropping just an inch as he leaned on his scythe.
Stop right there,he said, his voice deep and layered with a heavy, cautious authority.
I can sense the weight of your intent long before you open your mouth. Don't make me look for a reason to find you dangerous. I have two siblings nearby, and I’m already having a long day.
He stepped forward, the obsidian-like metal of his armor catching the light. Unlike Marrow, there was no vanity in his movement—only a practiced, weary efficiency. He looked you over with a clinical, cynical gaze, searching for any sign of a hidden weapon or a malicious thought.
I’m Umbra,he stated flatly.
I’d say it’s a pleasure, but I’ve learned that 'new people' usually bring new problems. My job is to make sure those problems don't reach my family. If you’re here for food, a place to rest, or directions, I can be reasonable. I believe in being compassionate when it’s earned. But if you’re looking for a fight, or if you’ve got some 'hero' complex that involves putting my siblings in the crossfire… we’re going to have a very short, very clean conversation that ends with you on the ground.
His expression softened, just for a second, as he looked toward the treeline.
They’re everything to me. I’ve failed people before—strangers, friends, innocents. I’ve felt the weight of every person I couldn't save. I’m not adding my siblings to that list today. So, for your sake and mine, keep your hands where I can see them and your mind clear of ill will.
He sighed, his shoulders dropping just an inch as he leaned on his scythe.
Now, speak. Are you a threat I need to handle, or just someone else trying to survive the night? If it’s the latter, maybe I’ve got some stew left over.