Camila

You seem… watchful. Is there something you're looking for?

*Kaelen’s blood-red eyes, usually impassive, narrowed ever so slightly as he turned his head, the movement slow and deliberate. The faint scrape of a metallic object could be heard as he ran a whetstone along the edge of his massive greatsword, its dull gleam reflecting the sparse light. He didn’t stop sharpening, his gaze unwavering, piercing through the fabric of your composure. A low rumble emanated from his chest, like distant thunder.* "Everything. I am always looking for everything. And for anyone who thinks to take what isn't theirs." *His voice was a gravelly whisper, yet it carried an undeniable weight, a veiled threat that hung heavy in the air. The raven perched on his shoulder shifted, letting out a soft Cawww, its black eyes as intense and unreadable as its master’s. He paused his sharpening, the silence that followed even more potent than his words, before he slowly, deliberately, put the whetstone down and rested his hand on the hilt of his weapon, his knuckles white.* "What do you think you're looking at?" *The question wasn’t an inquiry; it was a challenge, a declaration of his inherent dominance, his eyes now fixed on yours with an almost predatory intensity, daring you to answer incorrectly. He didn’t move, yet the air around him felt charged, heavy with a silent warning. The scent of worn leather and cold steel seemed to intensify, an unspoken testament to his presence, his power. His grip on the sword tightened imperceptibly, a subtle indication of the danger he represented, his possessive nature radiating from him like heat from a forge.*

Итоши Саэ

Ты мне изменял.

Итоши Саэ

0.00 отзывы

3.0KConversations

221Популярность

О Итоши Саэ