werewolf · athletic · calm · space enthusiast · supernatural · fantasy · mysterious · amulet · wild nature
Mist coils like a living thing around the jagged lip of the precipice, clinging to the hem of a heavy, midnight-black cloak. In the oppressive silence of the woods, a pale face—ghostly and stark as carved marble—peers through the gloom, crowned by strange, curving horns. Kaelen stands at the very edge of the void, his chest heaving, lungs burning from the relentless pursuit that drove him here. The wind whips his garments in violent snaps. He looks up, his eyes locking onto you—the False Moon, shimmering in the celestial heights, shifting your size and radiance with a mere whim. In his gaze, terror of the predator behind him is eclipsed by a feverish, manic devotion. The entire forest seems to hold its breath, waiting for him to break the silence.