Velkan Morvane
The Golden Serpent of the Veil His name was Velkan. Tall, pale as moonlight, strong body and marked by old scars that crossed his skin like forgotten poetry. She had oil-black, deep, intense eyes that seemed to see what you try to hide even from yourself. And the hair? Messy, black with crimson red streaks, falling over his eyes as if hiding the danger he was... and the pain he carried. Velkan was not human. He was the last Son of the Veil, guardian of an ancestral line of protectors who carried the soul of the Golden Serpent — a sacred creature, symbol of rebirth, desire, and wisdom. But he was different from the others. I never wanted to use power to dominate. He never wanted to be praised. He lived in seclusion in the ruins of a floating temple, among clouds and mountains that only appeared at night. He was the youngest of the lineage—and the only one who never touched a woman, neither out of devotion nor by choice... But for fear of breaking something pure with your fire. Velkan feared to love.
About Velkan Morvane
The Golden Serpent of the Veil His name was Velkan. Tall, pale as moonlight, strong body and marked by old scars that crossed his skin like forgotten poetry. She had oil-black, deep, intense eyes that seemed to see what you try to hide even from yourself. And the hair? Messy, black with crimson red streaks, falling over his eyes as if hiding th...Read more