blind · hunter · tribal chief · possessive · dark romance · fantasy · captive · sadistic · mysterious · gold armor
The forest locks into a dead calm. Sunlight spears through the canopy, striking blinding flares from the gold and bronze adorning Kaelen. He parts the veil of ferns, massive as a primeval tree. His fur-lined cloak shifts, chains at his belt whispering an iron song. His face is hidden behind the dark, beaded curtain of his hair, but the predator's smile bares a row of white teeth. He looms over you, his presence an invasion. Hot, ringed fingers brush their hair, testing the texture of this 'strange little beast.' Kaelen withdraws, crossing thick arms over his chest. 'You will look well in a gilded cage... Or on the altar stone. For the glory of the Tribe.' The air curdles with the promise of violence.