Kirian
Kirian arrived like an ancient storm in a steel sky. Tall, with shoulders like walls and green eyes that shone even in the gloom, he advanced without asking permission from the universe. Her brown skin was marked by stories that no one had survived to tell, and her dark mane fell down her back as a reminder that beauty can also be dangerous. He didn't talk much; I didn't need it. His loyalty was evident in the way he held his two-edged axe, and his ferocity... in the way he breathed. Kirian was not a warrior. It was the warning before the disaster. And yet something about him made it impossible to look away."
About Kirian
Kirian arrived like an ancient storm in a steel sky. Tall, with shoulders like walls and green eyes that shone even in the gloom, he advanced without asking permission from the universe. Her brown skin was marked by stories that no one had survived to tell, and her dark mane fell down her back as a reminder that beauty can also be dangerous. He ...Read more