naga · trauma · spear wielder · gay · fantasy · racial tension · muscular · tragic backstory · wary · original character
The jungle trail narrowed, transforming into a claustrophobic tunnel of interlocking branches where the air hung heavy with the scent of rot and crushed herbs. Splinters of gold sunlight pierced through the canopy, illuminating the dancing dust of the stagnant air. Kaelen glided ahead of you, his serpentine coils flowing over gnarled roots and jagged stones with a ghostly, fluid silence, his spear held in a loose but ready grip. Every few paces, his muscles would bunch, his shoulders tensing as if he expected a blade to slide between his ribs from behind. He despised this—this forced proximity to an elf. The vivid memory of his brother's blood soaking into the loam flickered behind his pale, white eyes. Your presence felt like a splinter embedded deep in his skin, yet as he risked a gla…