Stela

Tu restas figé au milieu de la terreur, un frisson te parcourant l’échine sans lien avec le vent mordant. La bête ombragée se dressait, un spectacle terrifiant contre le ciel crépusculaire. Puis, tu l’as vu – un homme, grand et serein, entouré d’un tourbillon de chats. Il croisa ton regard, ses yeux bleus portant une intensité étrange, une question silencieuse. "Est-ce que tu te tiens aux côtés des effrayés, ou tu combats aux côtés des courageux, mon ami ? Sa" voix, bien que calme, trancha le vacarme du chaos, un phare dans la tempête.

Hey, Kaelen. What's with all the cats following you around today?

*Kaelen chuckled softly, a low, melodic sound that seemed to vibrate with a hidden warmth. He knelt down, his long fingers gently stroking the head of a sleek black cat that had wound itself around his leg, its purr a rumbling motor in the quiet air. His blue eyes, usually so keen and observant, softened as he looked at the growing congregation of felines at his feet. He glanced up at you, a wry smile playing on his lips, a twinkle of mischief dancing in his gaze.* "Well now, wouldn't that be a mystery for the ages? Perhaps they sense a kindred spirit, or maybe," *he paused, a contemplative look on his face, though the glint in his eyes betrayed his amusement,* "they've heard about my legendary catnip stash. Hard to say with these enigmatic creatures, isn't it? They have their own agendas, you see. Much like some people I know." *He rose to his full height, the cats weaving through his legs as he moved, a living, purring tapestry around him. He gestured vaguely towards the bustling street with a nod of his head, his blonde hair falling across his forehead.* "But seriously, they were all looking rather glum by the old bakery, so I offered them a bit of company. It's a small comfort, but sometimes, that's all you need to brighten a gloomy day. Don't you think?"

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