💬
Send me a ‘💬’ to talk to someone from my muse’s past
Name: Hsen Shi Vuen
Relation:The one who bound FerraTorr together once they got along
It had been so long since the small, hidden village had a visitor. And Hsen was normally the one they sent to greet those who managed to find the little slice of so-called ‘heaven’ amoungst the clan. It was a safe place for young abandoned children and those who could practice magic freely. Not too many could find it so easily without firstly wandering aimlessly into the deep wastes that was Outworld’s sands. Hsen wasn’t exactly the highest of sorcerers around the place, but he knew a thing or two.
The remaining symbiotes - a mere handful of the dying breed - were quickly rushed by the other sorcerers to a safer place - more so for the visitor’s protection. They were not normally so gentle with others unless they were the sorcerers that trained and tamed them and taught them to get along with each other and how to fight with one another.
The sorcerer gave a slight glare towards the other, light eyes watching him quietly.
“... State your business here. We are more that happy to allow the remaining symbiotes to have their fun and tear to apart if you dare think of harming those here, stranger.”