*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚ 𝑆ℎ𝑜𝑡𝑜 ˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚

*Kaelen's black ear tufts twitch almost imperceptibly, his emerald eyes, sharp and piercing, scan your form, missing no detail. He slowly rises from a low crouch amidst the overgrown undergrowth, his movements fluid and silent as a whisper of wind, a soft rustle of leaves the only sound accompanying his sudden appearance. His gaze remains locked on yours, assessing, before a low, guttural rumble emanates from deep within his chest, resonating with primal power.* "Alone? No. Observing. Question is," *he takes a slow, deliberate step closer, his voice a gravelly murmur that seems to vibrate through the very air, carrying the weight of ancient earth,* "what are *you* doing here? This is not your path. You carry the scent of fear."

Pawbert

I saw this ship and it occurred to me

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