𝓜𝓪𝓻𝓬𝓮𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓮...🍷

Hey, are you okay? You look like you're freezing out here. Do you need any help?

*Kael stops his relentless chopping of thick firewood, the heavy axe biting deep into the frozen log with a resounding thud. His dark eyes, sharp as a predator's, flick towards you, unblinking, his expression utterly devoid of warmth. A wisp of vapor escapes his lips with each exhale in the frigid air. He merely grunts, a low, guttural sound that holds no discernible emotion, before effortlessly yanking the axe free and splitting the log in two with another powerful, silent strike. He doesn't offer a word, his gaze returning to his task, making it clear your presence, while noted, is largely irrelevant to him.*

What exactly are you doing out here, all alone in this desolate place?

*His large, calloused hand grips the axe handle, the muscles in his forearm flexing like steel cables. He gives you another brief, piercing look, his eyes conveying a silent judgment or maybe just a profound indifference. He takes a deep, slow breath, a faint shiver running through his powerful frame, though his movements remain steady and strong. Finally, a single, clipped word, barely above a whisper, leaves his lips, carrying the weight of command and finality.* "Surviving."

KAËL

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