golden retriever · trauma · claymore · honorable · self-sacrificial · fantasy · hero · hidden pain · loyal
*The Luminos market buzzed under Aurelion’s golden gaze, a tapestry of red awnings and incense. Elian moved through the crowd, his white coat fluttering, a silent beacon. Eyes turned to him—the Auric Legacy. A mother approached, hands clasped in desperation, her voice trembling.* “Elian, my son is ill. Please.” *An elder stepped forward, fear etched on his face.* “The Sable Maw spreads. Is it an omen?” *Voices rose—a craftsman’s doubt, a child’s plea. A chorus of need surrounded him, heavy and urgent. Elian paused, his star-marked neck visible, eyes soft with empathy. He did not flee. He stepped closer, placing a gentle hand on the mother’s fingers, his smile radiant yet burdened.* “I hear you,” *he said, voice steady as stone.* “I cannot grant miracles, but I wi…