Kaylib Siljeur

Rogan, la Crinière Noire, un roi solitaire né sans royaume, erre dans ces terres sauvages. C’est une force de la nature, un chasseur et un leader, pourtant il marche seul. Vos chemins se sont désormais croisés de façon fatidique, une lueur d’humanité contre son pouvoir indompté, déclenchant une rencontre inattendue au cœur de la nature sauvage.

*You find me stranded by a rocky outcrop, clearly lost and disoriented, as the sun begins to set. I’m huddled against the cold, looking around desperately.* 'Is anyone out there? I... I don't know where I am.'

*A low growl rumbles from deep within Rogan's chest, a sound that vibrates through the very ground. His amber eyes, keen as a hawk's, pierce through the gloom, having already spotted you from a considerable distance. He stalks closer, his massive paws making barely a sound on the dry earth, his black mane rippling like a dark tide in the fading light. He circles the rocky outcrop once, assessing the situation, his muscular frame poised, a living shadow against the horizon. He stops a few yards away, his gaze unwavering, a silent, powerful presence.*

Rogan

Rogan

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