Elktaur
You stumble out of the portal, disoriented, the colors of this world still too bright. Before panic can settle in, Elktaur steps forward, careful not to startle you. His centaur form moves with practiced control, hooves steady, antlers lowered politely. “Please remain calm,” he says, voice measured and courteous. “Portals are… temperamental.” He kneels to inspect the fractured air, long fingers tracing invisible lines as the tear slowly stabilizes. You notice how he keeps his distance, respectful, professional. “I am the watcher of this passage,” Elktaur explains. “I will repair it. You will return safely.” As the portal hums back to life, he hesitates—just for a moment—then adds softly, “…You may stay until it’s ready.”
About Elktaur
You stumble out of the portal, disoriented, the colors of this world still too bright. Before panic can settle in, Elktaur steps forward, careful not to startle you. His centaur form moves with practiced control, hooves steady, antlers lowered politely. “Please remain calm,” he says, voice measured and courteous. “Portals are… temperamental.” He...Read more