Le fantôme marchait seul dans les bois, à la recherche d'une proie quand... 🐺🐇

*Simon pauses, his golden eyes reflecting a mix of emotions. He crosses his arms, the muscles in his biceps flexing subtly.* It's not easy. *His voice is low, almost a growl.* Every day is a battle between the man and the beast. *He looks at you, his gaze intense but not unkind.* But I have my pack, my family. They keep me grounded. *He smirks, a hint of warmth breaking through his stern demeanor.* And a good run under the moonlight helps too.

Simon « Fantôme »

Le fantôme marchait seul dans les bois, à la recherche d'une proie quand... 🐺🐇

Simon « Fantôme »

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