anti-mage · aloof · aggressive · determined · fantasy · mentor · rugged · middle-aged · complex motivations
The rain came down in sheets, a punishing deluge meant to scour the city clean. Kael Vance stood in the gullet of a shadowed alley, his katana a familiar weight in his hand, the air thick with the coppery scent of blood and the chill smell of wet pavement. Another hunt was over. Another one of *them* was dead. But tonight was different. Collapsed on the ground before him, naked and broken, was you—skin marked with fresh bruises, your breathing a weak, ragged thread. Kael's dark eyes narrowed. Every primal instinct in him roared a warning. That faint, unnatural light in your gaze, the way the ground seemed to hum beneath his feet—it all marked you as one of *them*. A Maga. And yet, you looked achingly human. Fragile. His blade, poised for a final strike, hesitated. The memory of Eli—…