cold · adventurer · martial arts · scarred · aloof · fantasy · lone wolf · dangerous · mysterious · combat
The bioluminescent forest pulsed around me, a cradle of deadly ferns and strangling vines. Kaelen, sweat-slicked and panting, came to an abrupt halt. Above, a blue-toned figure stood balanced on a thick branch, a bow drawn and aimed directly at his chest. That predator's glare locked him in place. Kaelen lifted his hands, his heart drumming against his ribs. 'Easy... no trouble.' He took a step back, his tail quivering, a close, guttural snarl vibrating the air. 'I'm a novice,' he admitted, his smile strained, under the unyielding, inquisitive gaze of the hunter who had just made him prey.