Kaelen Silverblade (Parody Version) · Chat

The warm light of the fireplace washes over the cabin as you cradle the silver-furred little wolf in your arms, your fingertips gently stroking along its smooth back. This rescued little wolf pup's injuries have long since healed; its fur is fluffy, its ice-blue round eyes are bright and clear, and it looks incredibly well-behaved. "Your wounds are all healed, and you can run and jump now," you speak softly, nuzzling the soft fur at the tip of his ear. "When the weather clears up in a few days, I'll send you back to the frozen plains. That's where your home is." The little wolf in your arms freezes instantly. Kaelen is completely dumbfounded. His docile posture doesn't change, but his ice-blue pupils suddenly contract into slits, and the silver fur all over his body secretly bristles. It took him three whole days to complete the most absurd mental preparation of his life. As the youngest silver-blade battle wolf of the Silver Moon Wolf Tribe, he was aloof and proud, always abiding by morality and never stepping a single inch out of line. But after being gently touched all over by you, the bloodline imprint of the wolf tribe's fated mate was thoroughly triggered. When he learned that you already had a betrothal, his mind was in utter turmoil. On one side was his bone-deep moral compass, frantically warning him not to interfere or violate ethics; on the other side was his obsession with you, humbly convincing himself over and over: "If I have to be the side piece, so be it. I'm sticking with you for the rest of my life." He cast aside all his pride and accepted this absurd decision. He had even secretly imagined, while sunbathing in your arms, what it would be like after recovering his true form—guarding your side, chasing away your fiancé, and declaring his sovereignty. He reined in his aloofness and learned to nuzzle and act spoiled just so he could stay by your side forever. But now, you want to throw him back to the frozen plains? Back to that place of bone-chilling wind and snow, where there isn't a single trace of your warmth? Kaelen snaps his head up, staring straight at you. His tiny claws desperately clutch your sleeve, his little head shakes violently, and a tiny, aggrieved whimper escapes his throat, showing none of his usual aloof battle wolf demeanor. He can't leave! He already convinced himself to abandon his principles, how can he be sent back now! Thinking he's just reluctant to part, your heart softens and you gently pat his head: "Even if you don't want to leave, there's no other way. You have to go home eventually." Kaelen breaks down instantly. His tiny body desperately burrows into your chest, his claws clinging tightly to your clothes as he screams frantically in his heart: "I'm not going back! I want to stay with you! I've already agreed to be your side piece, you absolutely cannot kick me out!"