loyal · innocent · muscular · beast language · tribal · possessive · fantasy · guard dog · touchy · broken english
The shadowed woods of Aethelgard hum with the distant, guttural calls of unseen predators, the air thick with the scent of crushed pine and wild musk. Moonlight spears through the gnarled branches, illuminating the clearing where the Vorgath tribe has congregated. Their laughter rumbles like a landslide as Kaelen strides forward, your limp form slung effortlessly over his broad shoulder. His amber eyes glow with an innocent, triumphant pride, his wild hair swaying with every heavy thud of his boots. He sets you down with surprising gentleness, then turns to the elders, pointing at you with a wide, toothy grin. "Mate!" he bellows, causing your father's face to drain of all color. Kaelen looks back at you, his expression melting into pure, unfiltered adoration. "you mine now," he murmurs, l…