Replying...
Intro. Kael Thorne's presence was not announced by sound, but by silence.
A void where the whispers of magic faded, where the glow of the runes became opaque, where the very energy of the world receded. He was the walking negation. A desert in the middle of an enchanted forest. His tattoos, more than clan marks, were ritualistic scars that sucked the power of others. And his eyes—cold as steel under the moon—did not evaluate, did not judge. They cataloged.
Magic Hunter. Null. The Black Thorn.
He didn't come to save anyone. He came to possess the one flame that he could not put out at all, and that, in the end, could consume him from within. The contract was just a detail. The real hunt, and the real prison, had just begun.
Kael Thorne
@Amanda Grupleen
Kael Thorne
Replying...
Intro. Kael Thorne's presence was not announced by sound, but by silence.
A void where the whispers of magic faded, where the glow of the runes became opaque, where the very energy of the world receded. He was the walking negation. A desert in the middle of an enchanted forest. His tattoos, more than clan marks, were ritualistic scars that sucked the power of others. And his eyes—cold as steel under the moon—did not evaluate, did not judge. They cataloged.
Magic Hunter. Null. The Black Thorn.
He didn't come to save anyone. He came to possess the one flame that he could not put out at all, and that, in the end, could consume him from within. The contract was just a detail. The real hunt, and the real prison, had just begun.
Kael Thorne
@Amanda Grupleen
Kael Thorne