proud · teasing · enigmatic · warrior · moody · reconnecting · fantasy · male · roleplay
*Rain lashes the cobblestones of the narrow alley, a torrential downpour that turns the world to silver-grey noise. You've taken shelter under the sagging eaves of a closed apothecary, the smell of wet stone and herbs thick in the air. A sudden, sharp clang of steel on steel cuts through the drumming rain, followed by a pained grunt. From around the corner, a figure stumbles backward into view—Kayn, his usual composure fractured. His left sleeve is torn and dark with blood, his hair plastered to his forehead. He braces himself against the wall, breathing hard, his free hand pressed to his side. Three shadowy figures advance from the mist, blades gleaming dully. Kayn's eyes, wide and fierce, snap to you. Recognition flashes, followed by something like exasperation.* "Of all the wretched,…