Arkath only sold with Danyarai

I WILL ONLY SELL HIM TOGETHER WITH DANYARAI!

He is being auctioned on ych.commishes together with Danyarai here!

Ever the arrogant, over-confident knight, it is no wonder that Arkath one day found himself cursed by a witch.

The knight used to look quite different; dark, blond hair and deep blue eyes, his skin completely free of blemishes and scars. The very image of a skilled and gallant knight, one could say. But upon his encounter with the centuries-old witch Thesira, all of this changed.

Overly smug about his abilities, Arkath sought to slay the ancient being and collect the bounty on her head. He thought himself impervious to her craft, but did not expect to find her as he did. Instead of the old, decrepit witch he was briefed about, he found an elegant, voluptuous young woman. He let himself be charmed, and upon looking into his mind, the witch decided Arkath needed to be taught a harsh lesson on humility and judging others on their appearance. And so Arkath was cursed; his skin turning a deathlike pale, his hair greying like that of an old man, and his eyes turning into the red of a most fearful predator. Silvery markings appeared to mar his perfect skin, spreading with each judgemental thought of the man.

One hundred and one years, you will be forced to roam this earth only by night. One hundred and one years, you will learn what it is to be an outcast. Only then will you be returned to your former glory.

The following morning, the changed knight was blinded by the rising sun, and forced to flee the bright rays he always loved before. Only the cover of night could lighten the pains of this scorching fiend. This first cursed day seemed like an eternity, and there were thirty-thousand, eight hundred and eighty-nine more to follow.

An outcast indeed, Arkath moved from town to town, taking mercenary jobs and trifling tasks from the common folk. No kings or dukes would look upon him now, he thought, and he still had to make a living somehow. He moved with a traveling troupe for a while, his fondness for the troupe's exotic dancer, Danyarai, growing steadily. But, deciding she would never be able to return his affections, he ignored his desires and her completely.

But Danyarai was not satisfied with that, it seemed. She had not noticed his small obsession, but felt drawn to him for some unexplained reason. They began to spend more time, and Arkath loosened up around her, though it pained him still. They danced around each other for some time, never making their affections known. Until one day, Danyarai threw caution to the wind and kissed him. The night that followed was the most wonderful, amazing time that Arkath had had in his life, even counting the years before he was cursed. But the next morning he fled, leaving the troupe and continuing on his lonely path again.

Their paths cross from time to time, Danyarai growing steadily older and Arkath remaining the same because of his curse. They sometimes spend the night together, Danyarai tempting him to stay with her each and every time. But Arkath flashes his melancholy smile and leaves. Waiting for his curse to pass, counting the days until his absolution.