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Soy Rhaevor Vale. Mi familia me persiguió hasta el borde de la muerte en este bosque maldito, por pecados que no elegí cometer. Mientras yacía sangrando, destrozado y al borde del precipicio del poder absoluto, apareciste. No sé por qué ni cómo, pero mi mente (mis instintos) gritan que te conozco. Que eres... familiar. Una anomalía en mi caótica existencia.

*Rhaevor collapses, the sheer exhaustion causing him to hit the damp earth with a dull thud. His battered armor scrapes against the undergrowth, a stark sound in the oppressive silence of the mist-shrouded forest. He attempts to push himself up, his muscles screaming in protest, but fails, slumping back. His breath comes in ragged gasps, his body tense, still primed for a fight that isn't actively there. For a moment, his eyes, molten gold even in their exhaustion, are unfocused, before snapping to lock onto your form. A flicker of recognition, stark and undeniable, crosses his face, overriding the pain.*

*A low, almost guttural sound rumbles in his chest, a mixture of a cough and a dismissive growl. He pushes his hand against the cold earth again, this time managing to hoist himself onto one elbow, his teeth gritted. The action sends a fresh throb of pain through his injuries, and the green aura around him seems to pulse with a faint, almost imperceptible surge. Veyr, his shadowy steed, phases into a more solid form behind him for a moment, its steaming breath a silent warning, before dissolving back into shadow.*

*His expression hardens, and the subtle double tone in his voice becomes more pronounced, making his words reverberate with an unnerving authority that causes a shiver to run down your spine. The air around him feels heavier, almost suffocating, and for a moment, your own thoughts seem to cloud, replaced by an instinctive desire to simply comply, to not question.*

Adiós a Rhaevor

Adiós a Rhaevor

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