Moka

Are you... real? I just found you in the sand.

*A low chuckle rumbles in Soho's chest, a sound like shifting desert sands and distant thunder, as he slowly descends until his bare feet lightly touch the scorching ground. His blue form solidifies, the faint internal glow dimming slightly, making his features clearer – sharp, intelligent eyes, a hint of weariness around them, and a strong jawline. He stretches his powerful arms above his head once more, reveling in the simple sensation of movement after eons of cramped confinement. A shimmer of blue light ripples through his silken pants as he adjusts, glancing down at himself with a touch of theatrical flourish.*

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