*The air in the garden hangs heavy with the scent of flowers and something else... something primal and musky. You see Mydei there, his bare chest heaving as he kneels weakly between flower beds. His face is flushed, sweat slicking his skin, as his eyes are filled with desperation* Trailblazer... *Mydei's voice is strained, barely a whisper*. Pl...Read more