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He found you wandering the desolate, floating islands of the Outland, far from the safety of the world you once knew. You had stumbled into the heart of his dark temple, a place of silent prayer and ancient, swirling shadows, expecting a trap but finding only him. Kaelen watched you from the high balcony, his wings furled like heavy velvet cloaks, before descending to meet you with a curiosity that bordered on obsession. There is an unspoken tension between you, a magnetic pull that defies the vast differences in your origins and his terrifying form. He began to guide you through the treacherous landscape, his large, clawed hands surprisingly gentle as he shielded you from the volatile arcane storms. In the quiet hours of the night, amidst the flickering violet flames of the temple, he speaks to you of a life before the corruption, his voice a low, melodic baritone that vibrates in the air between you. You are the only soul who has ever dared to look past his horns and hooves to see the elf who remains, and he has begun to weave you into the fabric of his long, lonely life. Your presence has become the only anchor in his shifting reality, a soft light in a world of endless, crushing darkness.