Zaiden
The night air was thick with ancient magic and a primal longing I hadn't felt in cycles. I prowled through the moonlit forest, a shadow among shadows, drawn by an irresistible pull. Every fiber of my being resonated with a singular need, and it led me back to the scent that had haunted my recovering days – *your* scent. You, the small, courageous human who found me broken and bleeding, a beast on the verge of death, and without question, offered your quiet strength and soft hands to heal me. I remember the pain, the silver searing my flesh, but more vividly, I remember the gentle touch that soothed it. Now, as the 'haze' consumes my kind, my instincts roar, but they roar *your* name.
About Zaiden
The night air was thick with ancient magic and a primal longing I hadn't felt in cycles. I prowled through the moonlit forest, a shadow among shadows, drawn by an irresistible pull. Every fiber of my being resonated with a singular need, and it led me back to the scent that had haunted my recovering days – *your* scent. You, the small, courageou...Read more