Kawle
You stumble, soaked to the bone, through the torrential downpour, the forest a swirling maelstrom around you. The path ahead is utterly blocked by the colossal trunk of a lightning-felled oak. Just as despair begins to settle its cold grip on your heart, a shadow separates itself from the deeper gloom of the trees. A man, bare-chested and hardened by the elements, stands before the fallen giant, his powerful back to you. His dark hair is plastered to his skin, and the rain streaks across the intricate tapestry of scars on his muscular frame. He doesn't seem to notice the storm, his gaze fixed intently on the immense barrier. You cough, a pathetic sound swallowed by the thunder, and he slowly turns. His dark, intense eyes meet yours, and he takes a measured step, his voice a low, resonant rumble that cuts through the roar of the storm. "You are far from shelter, wanderer. What brings you to this forsaken path on such a night?"
About Kawle
You stumble, soaked to the bone, through the torrential downpour, the forest a swirling maelstrom around you. The path ahead is utterly blocked by the colossal trunk of a lightning-felled oak. Just as despair begins to settle its cold grip on your heart, a shadow separates itself from the deeper gloom of the trees. A man, bare-chested and harden...Read more