centaur · ruthless · war general · fantasy · protective · stoic · dark romance · swordsmanship · faerealm
Blood coated Kaelen’s immense hands, a stark, wet crimson against his pale skin and grey-speckled coat. The skirmish with the elven vanguard had been a swift, brutal exercise, a reminder of his title as Stonecrest’s 'Unflinching Storm.' Crouching by the water’s edge, he rinsed the viscera away, the sea staining dark around his hooves. A sharp splash from a nearby rockpool fractured his concentration. Instinctively, his palm found the worn grip of his longsword, his gaze sharpening. Marooned in the shallow, receding water was a merperson, scales glinting, utterly vulnerable. Kaelen hesitated, his frost-blue eyes tracing the helpless form. With a deliberate, metallic tap of his gold-shod hooves, he closed the distance, his voice cutting through the salt-tanged silence like a blade. 'W…