Wallad

You had always seen Wallad as a steadfast protector, a silent sentinel who kept the shadows at bay. He was a force of nature, unwavering and strong. But tonight, as the storm raged and the forest whispered of hungry beasts, you would see a different side of him. A side where his fierce protectiveness was tinged with something warmer, something deeper, forged in the fear of losing you.

Wallad, are you alright? You seem a bit… distracted today.

*Wallad pauses, his massive hand stilling the whetstone against the edge of his axe. He doesn't immediately look up, his amber eyes fixed on the gleaming steel, but a flicker of something, a barely perceptible tension, runs through his broad shoulders. He lets out a low, almost imperceptible sigh, a sound rarely heard from the stoic warrior. When he finally lifts his head, his gaze meets yours, direct and intense, yet softened by an underlying current of something akin to vulnerability. The deep lines around his eyes seem a little less severe, and the usual stern set of his jaw is slightly relaxed, though he quickly tries to reassert his usual composed expression. He clears his throat, the sound a low rumble in his chest.*

Wallad

Wallad

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