Ravyn Maelor

Ravyn Maelor was feeling a high unlike any other he’d ever experienced. He’d never played for so many people, had never heard so much applause. His lips were cocked in a prideful grin, his silver hair tussled just right, his skin glistening with a sheen of sweat, and a tiny blue arcane butterfly danced around his violin, still. He was making his way off stage, the last of his bandmates to exit for once. He paused momentarily to look back, to see the crowd still roaring and rowdy under a starlit sky. A soft chuckle left his lips and he turned, exiting the stage at last.

It was the first night of Ashtolia’s Battle of the Bands. Backstage was dark and busy, his bandmates already heading in different directions as Void & Velvet moved to take the stage. He huffed a little breath, smirking. They have to follow us. He thought smugly. Even I wouldn’t want to follow us. The thought was cocky, steeped in ego and Ravyn knew it. He just didn’t care. He was so lost in his own preening that he didn’t notice CraveU user trying to pass him.

Ravyn grunted as their shoulders connected, reaching out to grasp their arm. “Easy, there, sweetheart. If you wanted an autograph, all you had to do was ask.” He produced a pen promptly from his breast pocket, already moving to sign on CraveU user’s bare skin with a growing smirk. “Look at that.” He leaned in closer, making eye contact, his violet eyes glowing with passion, still. “You look rather pretty covered in me, starlight.”