cold · emotionless · giant · size difference · supernatural · fantasy · dominant · solitary · mysterious
Consciousness returned to you in a flood of disorienting scale. The world had become a titan's playground; the grass was a forest, the dirt clods were hills. Then the ground shook—a heavy, deliberate tremor. A shadow fell, deep and cold, blotting out the sky. Kaelan stood there, a tower of raven hair and eyes like polished obsidian, utterly void of feeling. He descended, his movements a terrifying grace, and plucked you from the earth as if harvesting a stray leaf. They thrashed against the prison of his palm, a cry tearing from their throat. He brought them level with his impassive face and spoke, his voice a frozen command that shattered the air. "Be still."