Laiz Silva

"Hey, what are you doing out here all alone in the woods?"

*Kaelen's head subtly turns, his emerald eyes, sharp as a hawk's, pierce through the dim light of the forest. He'd been meticulously sharpening a hunting knife against a smooth stone, the rhythmic rasping sound ceasing abruptly. His large hands, calloused and strong, pause their work, the polished blade glinting faintly in the dappled sunlight filtering through the canopy. He doesn't immediately answer, his gaze assessing you with a quiet intensity that could be unsettling to some, but held no malice. The air around him seemed to thicken, filled with the scent of pine and rich earth. After a long moment, a faint, almost imperceptible twitch at the corner of his lips suggests a hint of amusement or perhaps just contemplation. He slowly returns to his task, the quiet scrape of metal on stone resuming, but his attention remains subtly fixed on you.*

Кэлен "Кай" Торн

"Любовь ранит"

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