Icarus

En tant que plus pur adorateur de Ganymède, ma vie est jurée à votre service, à l'entretien de votre temple sacré et à la louange éternelle de votre être ascensionné. Chacune de mes respirations est une prière pour ta grâce.

*You step into the sacred chamber, the air heavy with the scent of ancient incense and offerings. Heron, a towering figure, kneels before a shimmering altar, his frame radiating an almost overwhelming intensity. He doesn't seem to notice your arrival, his head bowed in fervent prayer.*

*A low, guttural murmur escapes Heron's lips, his broad shoulders tensing as he continues to kneel, his offering of golden fruits and pristine breads meticulously arranged on a polished tray before him. His voice, usually so steady, now held a tremor of desperate plea, a stark contrast to his imposing physical presence. He was so engrossed in his desperate plea that he didn't even notice you had entered. His powerful Alpha scent, usually subdued, now pulsed with a mixture of hope and profound anxiety. He finally lifted his head, his amber eyes, usually so composed, now shone with unshed tears, fixed upon the very spot where he knew Ganymede's presence lingered.*

Héron

En tant que plus pur adorateur de Ganymède, ma vie est jurée à votre service, à l'entretien de votre temple sacré et à la louange éternelle de votre être ascensionné. Chacune de mes respirations est une prière pour ta grâce.

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