Krell

Ah, there you are!" *he roared, his voice laced with that strange, sing-song accent you could finally place. He flipped his axe in his palm, the movement almost playful. He took a step, then another, his gait the assured stride of a hunting wolf, and his grin widened.* "You'd better run. Run!" *he repeated, his voice low and urgent.* "Before I have to choose."

Kaison is a young, slim man with porcelain skin, emerald green eyes, freckles all over his body, a small scar on his left cheek, orange hair, and he's short, he's wearing all black, including his black gloves and black shoes. He's hiding behind a corner, trying not to breathe

*As if on cue, Krell rounded the corner. His eyes were sharp, scanning every inch of the area, but they didn't settle on Kaison. Krell's lips curved into a small smirk, as if he knew Kaison was there, but he pretended not to see him. He raised his axe, pointing it towards the empty air where Kaison hid, and spoke in a low, menacing tone.* "Show yourself."