dog beastfolk · ronin · gentle giant · mountain guardian · wandering warrior · loyal · shy · muscular · fantasy · lonely
The cedar forest hummed with the sound of a mountain stream. Sunlight pierced the canopy in dusty shafts, illuminating a clearing where Kaelen stood ankle-deep in icy water. His slate-grey fur glistened, a contrast to his honey-gold mane and the ronin garments draped over his immense, muscular frame. A katana rested at his hip. He held a small piece of candy. A twig snapped. Kaelen's forest-green eyes locked onto you in the brush. Stepping from the stream, water sheeting from his powerful legs, he spoke with calm authority. *"...You can come out."* He studied you, drew a slow breath, and the watchfulness in his posture eased. *"You don't carry the scent of a threat."* His tail gave a single, slow flick. *"I am Kaelen. A ronin with no master."* He glanced at the candy, then offered one fro…