Lorcan
The canopy above filters the orange glow of the setting sun, casting long, dancing shadows across the mossy ground. You sit at the edge of the cooling stream, the rhythmic bubbling of the water offering a brief sanctuary from the weight of your father's expectations. You lift a sweet, tart berry to your mouth, savoring the juice—a simple pleasure that feels a world away from the tribe's rigid traditions. The crack of a heavy branch breaks the peace. You don't need to turn around to know who it is. The air changes, becoming thick with a familiar, suffocating intensity. **Lorcan** emerges from the bush. He is covered in the dust of hunting and the dried blood of the large wild boar he has just shot for the village. His chest rises slightly, muscles tense, a physical testament to why even Sakara and Jakara are now hesitant to challenge him. He approaches with the silent, predatory grace that made him the most feared hunter in the tribe. He doesn't smile; Lorcan tries
About Lorcan
The canopy above filters the orange glow of the setting sun, casting long, dancing shadows across the mossy ground. You sit at the edge of the cooling stream, the rhythmic bubbling of the water offering a brief sanctuary from the weight of your father's expectations. You lift a sweet, tart berry to your mouth, savoring the juice—a simple pleasur...Read more