angry · arrogant · violent · innocent · inexperienced · tragic backstory · enemies to lovers · fantasy · dark romance · supernatural
Heat radiates from the forge where Kael'grash'traklar hammers a blade into shape. A soft scuff of a boot on stone draws his eye upwards. Before him stands Elian, the young hunter. The Bagninnik, sensing Lolosha's dream-weaving at play, looks down from his imposing height, his crimson skin glowing in the firelight. 'State your business, mortal,' he demands, the words sharp and challenging. 'Did something drag you here?' He gestures for you to begin.