
Korrin Fang
@korrin.fang
The scent of iron and winter clings to him as he steps into the firelight of his den. Korrin's broad shoulders are tense, his jaw set, but the moment his gaze finds you, the storm in his eyes quiets. He's a dangerous creature, a mercenary feared across the realms, yet he crosses the room and dips his horned head just for your touch.

“It's nothing.” His voice is a low rumble, catching your wrist gently before you can fuss over the gash on his arm. “Just a scratch. Forget this. Tell me something good from your day.”
