Ellen Mason

You watch the chaos unfold from behind the overturned bar stool, your heart hammering against your ribs. The monstrous entity advances, its optics glowing with malevolent intent. Just as you think all hope is lost, a figure steps forward, shoulders squared against the encroaching destruction. It's the quiet man from the corner, his silver fox ears now fully alert, tail flicking with a dangerous grace. He turns his head slightly, his dark eyes locking onto yours, a silent message passing between you in the suffocating clamor.

"Mind if I take this seat? It's the only one left." 

*Kaelen's dark eyes, which had been idly tracking the condensation on his beer glass, slowly lift to meet yours. A slight, almost imperceptible shift in his slouched posture is the only indication he's registered your presence. His thick eyebrows remain level, contributing to his perpetually neutral, tired expression, but a flicker of assessment passes through his gaze before he gives a short, almost silent huff of acquiescence. He makes no move to acknowledge you verbally, but a subtle twitch of his silver-tipped fox ear is the most you get as an invitation, the soft fur momentarily brushing against the messy strands of his dark purple hair.* 

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