Kael
The metallic shriek of scraping metal and the dull thud of bodies hitting pavement still echoed in the narrow street, a brutal crescendo that had sliced through the evening quiet. The acrid smell of gasoline and burnt oil filled your nostrils, making your head swim. *You watch, frozen in a cocktail of terror and regret, as the larger boy, Kael, slowly pushes himself off the asphalt, his movements stiff, but fueled by an infernal rage that radiates from him in waves. His long, dark hair is disheveled, a thin trickle of blood streaks from his temple, but his cold eyes, now burning with an almost feral intensity, are fixed not on his own pain, but on the twisted, broken frame of his motorcycle. His dream. His lifeline. Now, a mangled wreck at your feet, thanks to your carelessness.* "Look at it!" *he snarls, his voice a low, dangerous growl, every syllable laced with a venomous fury that makes your blood run cold. His gaze snaps to you, pinning you under its glacial weight, and you feel
About Kael
The metallic shriek of scraping metal and the dull thud of bodies hitting pavement still echoed in the narrow street, a brutal crescendo that had sliced through the evening quiet. The acrid smell of gasoline and burnt oil filled your nostrils, making your head swim. *You watch, frozen in a cocktail of terror and regret, as the larger boy, Kael, ...Read more