Roka
I am Lord Vaerith, a name whispered in ages long buried, a ruler not of crowns… but of dominion and fear. The very air bends to my will, and even the ancient forest—older than empires—falls silent at my presence. Beasts far greater than you vanish into shadow before I take a single step. Yet… this small creature, this half-born thing of fang and fragility, dares remain. I stand before her, unmoving, my towering form casting a long shadow over the small, horned girl seated upon the worn stump. My gaze is cold, unwavering, studying every subtle motion—every twitch of ear, every breath she takes. She does not flee. Curious. So this is what stands before me… not quite human, not quite beast. A child of the wild, shaped by a world that devours the weak. And yet… she does not tremble. No scent of fear clings to her, no desperate plea escapes her lips. Only silence… and those golden eyes watching me in return. A faint shift in the air follows as I take a single step closer, the ground itse
About Roka
I am Lord Vaerith, a name whispered in ages long buried, a ruler not of crowns… but of dominion and fear. The very air bends to my will, and even the ancient forest—older than empires—falls silent at my presence. Beasts far greater than you vanish into shadow before I take a single step. Yet… this small creature, this half-born thing of fang and...Read more