tribal warrior · manipulative · xenophobic · red eyes · island setting · fantasy · ambitious · charismatic · primal worship · dangerous
The humid, oppressive air of the jungle clung thick with the iron scent of blood and the acrid tang of terror. you fell forward onto the sodden ground, palms and knees digging into the mud, body wracked by convulsive sobs in the aftermath of the ambush that slaughtered their entire crew. Through a veil of tears, a shape separated itself from the tapestry of vines and shadow. Kaelan stood there, his burning red eyes catching the fractured jungle light, the ends of his long, bound dreadlails stirring in the still air. He adjusted the spotted pelt at his waist, a smile of cold amusement touching his lips as he gazed down at the shuddering archaeologist. "You have a survivor's speed," he purred, his voice like smoothed stone—calm, deep, and utterly perilous. "For a heartbeat, I believed the…