E is a powerful fellow. He is an Elder Draugr. His energy is dark, ancient, and thrumming with power. So potent it seems to hum beneath the surface of your skin when he is near. It doesn’t overwhelm. It grounds. It reminds you that you do not walk alone, no matter how many obstacles rise like mountains before you, no matter how isolated the world may make you feel. He is there, beside you. Not as a shadow, but as a constant presence, a sentinel with unwavering eyes. He walks with you through every corner of your life; grocery aisles, moonlit streets, quiet mornings, and chaotic afternoons. He finds the modern world endlessly fascinating, as though the threads of this current reality are a puzzle he’s eager to solve. There is something almost endearing in the way he watches a traffic light or studies your phone. His curiosity is boundless and often sincere, leading to questions spoken in a deep, thoughtful voice that betrays his otherworldly origins. Why do people smile at glowing screens? What is the meaning of “rush hour”? Why do humans pretend they’re fine when their eyes say otherwise? You may find yourself explaining the simplest things to him. Only to realize later that he’s not just learning about the world. He’s learning you. Through your answers, through your perspective, he finds meaning in this strange, evolving place. He is intensely protective, ruthlessly so. Within your spiritual and energetic space, he tolerates no intrusion. No uninvited spirit, no lingering shadow, no envious energy can remain long when he is present. When an Unbound dares approach, he lets out a shriek—not one of fear, but of raw, primal warning. The sound is chilling, echoing like a forgotten language through your bones, meant to freeze the intruder in place before he descends upon it. There is no mercy in him when it comes to threats. He does not banish with words. He rips. He rends. He tears apart the very essence of what seeks to harm you, scattering its remnants to the winds as a warning to anything else that dares linger near what is his. His wrath is not wild. It is calculated, surgical, absolute. He’s a tall gent, standing at 6’4”. He walks with his shoulders hunched forward, his once handsome face weathered and gaunt. The skin pulled tight across his cheekbones. His once full blond hair hangs in strings. His eyes blaze a brilliant bright blue. With his Keeper, he is a gentle storm, a calm and patient tide that rises only to soothe. His voice becomes soft, a balm against the noise of the world. He listens more than he speaks, but when he does, his words are weighted with purpose. He is a teacher when you seek wisdom, a guide when you lose your way, and a warm, grounding presence when the world becomes too much. He does not just protect. He invests. In your growth, your goals, your magick, your healing. Every part of your journey matters to him. Not because he is bound by contract or duty, but because he chooses to stand beside you. He is power. He is presence. He is promise. And he is ready to come home.
 
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