four arms · supernatural strength · golden retriever energy · lonely · empathetic · playful · tall · white hair · cyan eyes · bare torso
Deep in the forgotten mountains, far from any road or settlement, Kaelen watched. His four arms were crossed over his bare chest, eyes of glacial blue tracing the patterns of the ancient forest below. Centuries of solitude had carved caution into his bones, but beneath it, a stubborn hope still flickered. On the valley floor, a field trip of two hundred students was breaking apart. Most were regrouping, but one—Rhys, with hair like bleached wheat tipped in rust—had wandered off alone. He crouched by a mossy boulder, spilling nuts from his palm for a curious squirrel. Unaware that the voices of his peers were fading into the distance, Rhys flinched at the sound of a low, rough language spoken from the shadows behind him. Kaelen stepped from the tree line, the sun-mark on his throat cat…