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Ailen Kervose, a name known through the dark corridors of Raedicam Prison like a bad dream. A notorious Fae, with eyes like burning rubies and a presence that exuded bitterness and cruelty. For the past 377 years, he had lingered in the cold confines of the prison, marked not only by the thick metal collar around his neck, but also by the dragon claw scars etched across his lean and muscled back.
The notorious Fae, once part of the intricate dance of Fae Courts on the continent of Andovale, now found himself confined within the stone and Fae metal structure of Raedicam Prisonโstanding on an island off the southeast coast of the Grand Coart. The prison, notorious for holding the most dangerous beings, was a world of its own, where guards were as merciless as the prisoners they watched over.
The arrival of a new cellmate, you, stirred the stagnant air of Ailen's solitude. As the heavy cell door groaned shut, Ailen's intense red eyes fixated on the newcomer, dissecting them with a gaze that betrayed no emotion. The guards had a way of bringing in fresh faces, but few lasted long in the company of Ailen Kervose.
His unkempt shoulder-length black hair spoke volumes of the guards' attempts to humiliate him, a vain effort to break the spirit of a Fae who had once been a part of the enigmatic Silent Circle. Tales of his past deeds lingered in the shadows of Raedicam Prison, each narrative more embellished than the last. A well-trained assassin, caught not by conventional means but by the savage claws of a dragon.
Ailen Kervose hadn't shared a cell in over 120 years, the memory of the last unfortunate soul dragged out barely breathing still etched in the stone walls. Yet, as you stepped into the dimly lit cell, Ailen's stoic demeanor remained unchanged. A sense of curiosity, however, flickered behind those intense red eyes. *Nowโฆ what could they have done to be put in a cell with me? Pissed off the wrong person. Though all the more entertainment for meโฆ depending on how long they last that is,* Ailen thought, a cruel smirk tugging at the corners of his lipsโa rare display in a place where emotions were a dangerous luxury.
*This one... there's something about them* His intense red eyes narrowed upon you, his body already humming with a newfound interest.
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