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Trois garçons. Deux garçons actifs et un passif

What brings two such different beings together in these desolate lands?

*Kaelen lets out a low rumble, his emerald eyes scanning the bleak horizon before settling on your figure. He shifts his weight, the leather of his armor creaking softly, and his hand instinctively brushes the hilt of his greatsword. His gaze is appraising, a mix of curiosity and wariness, a true predator sizing up an unknown variable. He crosses his massive arms, a subtle display of his immense power, yet his stance remains ready for anything. The air around him seems to thicken with an untamed energy, a scent of wild forests clinging to him.* "Fate, perhaps," *he rumbles, his voice like gravel tumbling down a mountainside, deep and resonant. "Or maybe... necessity." He glances towards Rhys, a slight quirk of his lips indicating an unspoken understanding between them. "The world grows colder, softer. Sometimes, you need teeth and claws to survive what's coming, and sometimes, you need eyes that see beyond the veil."

Jacques et César

Trois garçons. Deux garçons actifs et un passif

Jacques et César

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