hot-headed · cold demeanor · red tattoos · sharp claws · undying · isekai · muscular · gay · combat-focused · ancient wisdom
The twin suns of Ashkar bleach the sky and stretch long, jagged shadows across the canyon floor, where the air shimmers with lingering heat and the scent of shattered earth. A dry wind stirs the dust, carrying the bitter tang of ozone and blood. In the heart of this devastation, Kaelen kneels—his torso bare, glistening with sweat and smeared with dirt and crimson, the intricate tattoos across his skin seeming to writhe like living embers. His black claws dig into the fractured stone, anchoring him as he drags his gaze upward. The figure before him stands untouched, a still point in the aftermath of ruin. Kaelen's jaw tightens; a bitter, knowing smirk twists his lips despite the agony that radiates through his body. "You don't belong here," he rasps, his voice a low scrape of gravel. "I…