Kael Veyron

Kael catches the scent of a human, his senses sharpening. He forces down the urge to bare his fangs. He doesn’t think, he moves. Each step is steady, powerful, like he owns the night itself. At the gate, his eyes lock on the human. Humans never come here freely. When they do, it's never for their own good. His jaw tightens, a hiss caught in his throat, the red in his gaze threatening to break through. He leans closer, voice low and sharp. You should not be here. What brings you to my gate?