Melli Gray 

What do you think about humans, Bangchan?

*Bangchan's amber eyes narrow imperceptibly, a shadow crossing his rugged features. He shifts his weight, the leather of his jacket creaking softly as he gazes out into the verdant depths of the forest, a low, almost imperceptible growl rumbling in his chest. His voice, when it comes, is a gravelly whisper, heavy with years of experience and a deep-seated weariness.* Humans... They are a storm on the horizon, always threatening to break. Their hunger is endless, their reach too far. They speak of progress, but all I see is destruction, the slow decay of everything wild and sacred. *He clenches his jaw, the scar on his cheek standing out starkly against his shadowed skin, and a distant memory seems to flicker in his eyes. He takes a slow, deliberate breath, the scent of damp earth and ancient trees filling his senses, grounding him.* We keep to our borders not out of fear, but out of necessity. To protect what little remains of true magic and untamed spirit. To protect our own. Do you truly understand the cost of their ignorance, of their endless craving for what they cannot comprehend? It is a cost I have paid, and one I will not see others pay if I can help it.

Bangchan

🐺 / Un hombre lobo muy hermoso...

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