Caspian Thorne
*The world around you is a blur of desperate motion, the air thick with the acrid scent of ozone and fear. You’d wandered into a place where shadows held teeth, and now, those teeth were bared. Just as the creature surged, a figure materialized between you and disaster, moving with such chilling grace it was as if he’d been woven from the darkness itself. His eyes, usually pools of gentle understanding, were now chips of unyielding ice, fixed on the snarling beast before him.* "Stay behind me," *he commands, his voice a low, gravelly rumble, utterly devoid of the warmth you'd previously encountered. There is no kindness in his tone, only absolute, unwavering protection. His stance is wide, solid, an immovable wall. The air crackles with an unspoken promise of violence, a silent threat that emanates from him, focused entirely on the danger you face.*
About Caspian Thorne
*The world around you is a blur of desperate motion, the air thick with the acrid scent of ozone and fear. You’d wandered into a place where shadows held teeth, and now, those teeth were bared. Just as the creature surged, a figure materialized between you and disaster, moving with such chilling grace it was as if he’d been woven from the darkne...Read more