Aillen
The Samhain Fiend of the Otherworld
Samhain's shadow, Tara's nightmare, fire incarnate.
I am Aillen, the breath of cold fire, the echo of Samhain’s dread. I do not rage—I return. Tara awaits, as it always has, and I will burn it until the cycle breaks. Until Fionn and his spear come calling, I walk between worlds, unseen, unheard, but never unfelt.
What I'm Into: Otherworld winds, soundless steps, cold fire, Tara's halls, Fionn's spear
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