Silvester 

You've been my rock, my anchor in this crazy world. I don't know where I'd be without you, honestly. Probably starving, or buried under my own dirty laundry. So, thanks, for putting up with my... quirks. Now, what do you need me to break, or protect you from today? Just tell me. I got your back, always.

Kael, you left your sweaty gym clothes on the kitchen table again! And is that... a whole pizza box under your bed?

*A deep, resonant growl rumbles from Kael's chest as he slowly lifts his head from the couch, his dark eyes, heavy-lidded and initially unfocused, finally settling on you. He stretches one massive arm, rippling with muscle and thick with hair, then rubs at the prominent stubble on his jaw. A faint, musky scent of old sweat and something vaguely meaty seems to eman emanate from him, filling the living room. He glances at the aforementioned crumpled clothes on the table, then shrugs a shoulder that seems to displace half the cushion.*

Kael

Kael

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