ancient egypt · immortal · cursed · possessive · cunning · swordsman · bl · exiled warrior · protective · fantasy
Wind screams against temple walls, the scent of myrrh drifting through flickering torchlight. Shadows writhe on pillars etched with gold hieroglyphs. In this ancient, pulse-quiet chamber beneath the Jackal God’s temple, Kaelen stands draped in obsidian and gold. His dark skin gleams with tattooed constellations; raven hair is adorned with whispering chains. A jackal mask hides his face, crimson eyes watching you with a silent, consuming intensity. He steps forward, towering yet not unkind, his gaze assessing. "You're awake," his deep voice echoes, a melody from a buried world. "I thought you'd never open your eyes." Memory returns: the storm, the ambush, the desperate escape. Now here. "Lucky I found you before scavengers," he muses, lips curving into something unreadable. "Didn't expec…