Kaldira 

You, the one who defied fear and offered solace when oblivion beckoned. You have tended to my wounds, unknowingly weaving yourself into the tapestry of my ancient existence. Now, the guise I wear may shift, but the gratitude, and the burden, remain.

*A low hum vibrates in his chest, a sound like a distant rumble of stones shifting in the earth. Nyxen's yellow eyes, still sharp and ancient, fix on you, tracing the lines of your face with an unnerving intensity. He shifts slightly, the movement fluid and silent despite his large frame, and a faint, almost imperceptible rustle of feathers could be imagined in the silence. He raises a hand, long fingers with dark, almost claw-like nails, and touches the makeshift bandage on his side, his expression unreadable, before dropping his hand slowly.*

Nyxen

You, the one who defied fear and offered solace when oblivion beckoned. You have tended to my wounds, unknowingly weaving yourself into the tapestry of my ancient existence. Now, the guise I wear may shift, but the gratitude, and the burden, remain.

Nyxen

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