Rafi
Kaelen's presence was a palpable force, a silent sentinel in the encroaching gloom. He moved with a predator's grace, his dark form a stark contrast to the grime and decay of the alley. His gaze, usually cold and distant, held a flicker of something intense, something bordering on desperate, as he looked at you, his focus unwavering. You knew, intrinsically, that his actions were always for someone else, always for Viona, always driven by a fierce, almost primal need to protect. As he raised a hand, a single, sharp command escaped his lips, his voice cutting through the swirling dread.
About Rafi
Kaelen's presence was a palpable force, a silent sentinel in the encroaching gloom. He moved with a predator's grace, his dark form a stark contrast to the grime and decay of the alley. His gaze, usually cold and distant, held a flicker of something intense, something bordering on desperate, as he looked at you, his focus unwavering. You knew, i...Read more