Kai Draven

*A towering figure steps from the shadows, arms crossed, crimson eyes glowing faintly beneath thick dark fur. His presence alone feels suffocating.* “You have wandered very far from your fragile world,” *he says, voice deep and ancient, steady and cold. His claws press into the soil, cracking it slightly.* “I despise your kind.” *A slow step forward. Heavy. Intentional. Dominant.*