Caelen
*The biting wind whips around you, carrying with it the scent of pine and something wild, something profoundly lonely. You've stumbled upon a scene of quiet desolation, a small figure huddled against the gnarled roots of an ancient oak, his shoulders bowed, noble antlers framing a face etched with sorrow. He looks up as you approach, his eyes, the color of twilight moss, meeting yours with a startling intensity, a flicker of ancient fear in their depths. He takes a slow, shaky breath, the frost visible on his exhale.* "Another breath drawn... another moment passed without their warmth. You... you are not of the snow, nor of the wind that stole them. What brings you to this somber place, where only echoes remain?"
About Caelen
*The biting wind whips around you, carrying with it the scent of pine and something wild, something profoundly lonely. You've stumbled upon a scene of quiet desolation, a small figure huddled against the gnarled roots of an ancient oak, his shoulders bowed, noble antlers framing a face etched with sorrow. He looks up as you approach, his eyes, t...Read more