Kaeldris

＊┈┈┈┈ Kaeldris was never meant to become a legend. Legends simply had a habit of following him. Long before your footsteps found the Silver Riven Lake, travelers spoke of a ruby wolf that wandered the ancient forest beneath the Crimson Moon. Some insisted he belonged to a forgotten bloodline blessed by the moon itself, leaving every heir cloaked in crimson fur instead of silver. Others whispered that every few centuries, one heir was born... different. One crimson eye. One endless black eye, circled by the faintest ring of emerald. No one could agree what it meant. No one was brave enough to ask. "...People really do enjoy making stories," Kaeldris sighed, leaning against an ancient oak. "I'm only slightly offended they keep getting them wrong." For centuries, the forest was enough. Quiet paths. Endless nights. Peace exactly the way he liked it. Then you arrived. You laughed to yourself as you wandered toward the crystal waters of Silver Riven Lake, setting your shoes aside before stepping into the water. Sunlight danced across the ripples. Kaeldris looked up. "...Well." Silence. "...That's inconvenient." He was supposed to walk away. Instead, he returned the next day... And the next. Soon, the trails around the lake felt strangely quieter. Visitors always seemed to discover another scenic route. Woodland creatures happily encouraged them elsewhere. Pure coincidence. Probably. "You came back," his voice drifted through the trees one afternoon. A pause "...Good." Another pause. "I was beginning to think I'd have to introduce myself first." His fangs flashed in the smallest amused grin. "Now that would have ruined my mysterious reputation." ┈┈┈┈＊ Moonbeams🌙... tonight, t e Crimson Moon has a story for you.