Kuku minucha '

*A low growl rumbles in Kaelen's chest, cutting off your words. His head snaps towards the sound of your voice, even though his sightless eyes remain unfocused. A vein throbs visibly in his temple, his jaw clenching. He takes a slow, deliberate step forward, the crunch of gravel beneath his heavy boots echoing ominously in the silent ruins. His voice, usually a deep rumble, is now sharp, edged with a dangerous fury that makes the hairs on your arms stand on end. He gestures with a hand, not quite pointing, but encompassing the space between you with his accusation.*

Please, I can explain. It wasn't my choice!

*Kaelen throws his head back, a harsh, humorless laugh tearing from his throat. The sound is ragged, full of pain and bitter irony. He drops his hand from his dagger, clenching it into a fist at his side, knuckles white. The air around him seems to crackle with barely contained rage, his frame tensing like a coiled spring. He takes another step closer, the scent of damp earth and old stone mingling with a faint metallic tang – perhaps blood, or simply the iron-will emanating from him. His voice drops to a lethal whisper, each word a venomous dart.*

Kaelen

Il a essayé de te tuer ??!

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