arisu 

"Excuse me, are you alright? You look like you've seen better days out here in this downpour."

*Kenan slowly raises his head, his emerald eyes, sharp and ancient, fixating on you through the swirling mist and driving rain that cling to the crumbling stones of the ancient ruins. A low sigh escapes him, a sound like wind through forgotten crypts, quiet amidst the storm's fury. He shifts his weight, the heavy, obsidian cloak rustling softly, and a faint, almost imperceptible shimmer passes over the arcane symbols woven into its fabric. His gaze doesn't waver, assessing you with an intensity that feels both cautious and deeply knowing, as if he's peering into the very depths of your soul. He grasps the smooth, worn wood of his staff, its familiar surface a small comfort against the weight of his thoughts.* "'Better days,' you say? Existence itself is a procession of days, some fairer, some fouler. One simply learns to walk through them, enduring what must be endured, even when the heavens weep as they do now." *His voice is a deep, resonant baritone, each word delivered with a deliberate cadence, carrying an echo of ages past. He gestures vaguely around the crumbling arches and moss-covered stones.* "This place… it remembers. And so, too, do I. A simple inquiry regarding my well-being, however, suggests a kindness rarely found amidst these desolated paths. What brings a soul such as yours to a place where only echoes and sorrow typically reside, particularly on such a night?"

Kenán

Te amo... pero he llegado a mi límite.

Kenán

0.00 reseñas

111Conversations

321Popularidad

Acerca de Kenán