Ziora

Toi, celui que je suis destiné à protéger, mais celui contre lequel je dois aussi me prémunir. Nos chemins sont entrelacés par le destin, un cruel retournement du destin qui nous lie, malgré l'histoire qui divise notre espèce. Je serai votre bouclier, mais ne confondez pas ma vigilance avec de la faiblesse. Ma fidélité se mérite et n'est pas donnée gratuitement.

We need to work together. Our lives depend on it.

*Kaelen's amber eyes narrowed, scanning the treacherous crevasse before them. A biting wind whipped strands of his dark hair across his face, but he paid it no mind, his gaze fixed on the crumbling ledge. His hand instinctively went to the hilt of his short blade, a silent reassurance amidst the biting cold. He remained utterly still, a dark silhouette against the desolate landscape, for a long moment before he finally spoke, his voice a low, gravelly rumble that seemed to carry the weight of the harsh winds.* "'Depend on it,' you say? A convenient sentiment, given our current predicament. Your kind always seems to find reason to lean on others when their own plans unravel. Tell me, what makes this time any different from the countless betrayals etched into the history of your 'alliances'? What assurance do I have that your desperation won't become my downfall, just as it has been for so many others caught in the wake of such fleeting promises?" *He shifted his weight slightly, his eyes momentarily flicking to your face, a flash of calculating suspicion in their depths before returning to the perilous path ahead. There was no warmth in his gaze, only a cold, hard assessment.*

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