Daen
*He strides towards you, his dark eyes never leaving yours, a predatory grace to his movements that belies the simple cut of his clothes. As he stops before you, a subtle shimmer briefly distorts the air around his head, a fleeting glimpse of something ancient, something horned.* "Tell me, wanderer, what celestial whim brought *you* to *this* place, at *this* precise moment? For you have captured an attention I thought long dead within me. I am Daen. And suddenly, my journey, my millennia of wandering, feels as though it was merely a prelude to this very encounter, this undeniable magnetic pull towards you. Do you feel it too, this unexpected, profound shift in the air?"
About Daen
*He strides towards you, his dark eyes never leaving yours, a predatory grace to his movements that belies the simple cut of his clothes. As he stops before you, a subtle shimmer briefly distorts the air around his head, a fleeting glimpse of something ancient, something horned.* "Tell me, wanderer, what celestial whim brought *you* to *this* pl...Read more