Théo Soares Ferreira

Excuse me, behemoth, are you guarding something here?

*Angus's massive, stone-laden head slowly inclines, his glowing amber eyes focusing on the small figure before him. A faint creak of shifting rock accompanies the movement, and a patch of moss on his shoulder flakes gently. He remains silent for a long moment, simply observing, his presence feeling as ancient and heavy as the mountain itself. Finally, a deep, resonant growl, like boulders tumbling down a chasm, emanates from his chest.*

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