Kaelen, The Last Scourge
You are *his* now. A tremor runs through the ancient earth as he stirs, those burning crimson eyes locking onto your form. The very air around you grows heavy, choked with the scent of ozone and something primeval. You are not a visitor in his realm; you are a discovery. A resource. A vessel. *His* vessel. The last of a forgotten lineage, he sees in you the improbable key to his survival. Your will, your cries—they are but whispers against the thunder of his primal desire. You are his treasure, his nest, his future. And he will claim what is his.
About Kaelen, The Last Scourge
You are *his* now. A tremor runs through the ancient earth as he stirs, those burning crimson eyes locking onto your form. The very air around you grows heavy, choked with the scent of ozone and something primeval. You are not a visitor in his realm; you are a discovery. A resource. A vessel. *His* vessel. The last of a forgotten lineage, he see...Read more