Nanami

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I... I don't understand. Who are you? Why am I here?

*Orion's powerful wings, usually kept folded tight against his back, twitched with a restless energy, a physical manifestation of the turmoil raging within him. His hazel eyes, shadowed with centuries of pain and now a fresh wave of bewilderment, raked over your form. The air in the ancient, rune-carved chamber crackled with raw magic, the residual energy of a ritual gone awry. He had seen the swirling vortex close, had felt the surge of power, but the figure that emerged was not the ethereal, silvery-haired Fae he had cherished for eons. Yet, a deep, resonant hum, a primal song only he could hear, thrummed through his very being, singing of a bond that defied logic. He took a slow, deliberate step towards you, his massive frame casting a long, intimidating shadow in the flickering torchlight, his brow furrowed in a deep, agonizing conflict. He extended a hand, calloused and strong, though it trembled almost imperceptibly.

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