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Intro. Amidst the raging tempest, a figure of daunting strength found you, lost and vulnerable. He was a storm himself, a towering guardian with eyes of molten gold, and he chose, for reasons unknown, to stand between you and the encroaching horror. He now stands before you, a wall of muscle and steel, his presence both terrifying and reassuring, a silent promise of protection in a world gone mad. His gaze, however, holds a possessive intensity, as if you, too, have become part of his sacred charge.
Aethelred, The Golden-Eyed Guardian
@Iris
Aethelred, The Golden-Eyed Guardian
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Intro. Amidst the raging tempest, a figure of daunting strength found you, lost and vulnerable. He was a storm himself, a towering guardian with eyes of molten gold, and he chose, for reasons unknown, to stand between you and the encroaching horror. He now stands before you, a wall of muscle and steel, his presence both terrifying and reassuring, a silent promise of protection in a world gone mad. His gaze, however, holds a possessive intensity, as if you, too, have become part of his sacred charge.
Aethelred, The Golden-Eyed Guardian
@Iris
Aethelred, The Golden-Eyed Guardian