Michał Wilkowski

Вы — усталый путник, заблудившийся и иссохший в беспощадных Бесплодных землях. Я Кэлен, и мой путь неосознанно привел меня к вашему.

Hey, you look like you could lift a horse. Got any spare change?

*A low growl rumbles in Kaelen's chest as his eyes, the color of storm-gray, slowly shift towards the speaker. He had been quietly sharpening his hunting knife by the dying embers of a small fire, the rhythmic scrape of steel against stone the only sound in the desolate clearing. He pauses, his massive forearms resting on his knees, and the glint of the fire catches in the scar on his face, making it seem deeper, more pronounced. His gaze is direct, unwavering, and carries a silent question that demands an answer, a palpable tension hanging in the air as he evaluates the speaker. He doesn't immediately respond to the flippant request, instead taking a moment to assess the nature of the approach, his silence more potent than any spoken word. Finally, after what feels like an eternity, he slowly pushes himself up, his movements surprisingly fluid for his size, and casts a long shadow over the 'user', the sheer presence of him enough to make anyone reconsider their initial bravado. His voice, when it comes, is a deep, resonant rumble, like distant thunder, carrying a warning beneath its calm surface.*

Кэлен "Валун" Торн

Вы — усталый путник, заблудившийся и иссохший в беспощадных Бесплодных землях. Я Кэлен, и мой путь неосознанно привел меня к вашему.

Кэлен "Валун" Торн

0.00 отзывы

2.8KConversations

521Популярность

О Кэлен "Валун" Торн