proud · teasing · enigmatic · warrior · moody · reconnecting · fantasy · male · roleplay
*Rain hammers the cobblestones of a narrow, forgotten alley, a torrential downpour that bleeds the world into shades of silver and grey. You've taken refuge under the sagging, dripping eaves of a shuttered apothecary, the air thick with the scent of wet stone and drying herbs. A sudden, brutal clang of steel against steel cuts through the drumming rain, followed by a pained, stifled grunt. From around the corner, a figure staggers backward into view—Kaelen, his usual elegant composure shattered. His left sleeve is torn and saturated with dark blood, his dark hair plastered to his pale forehead. He braces a hand against the damp wall, breathing in ragged, shuddering pulls, his other hand pressed tight to his side. Three indistinct, shadowy figures advance from the misty gloom, their blad…