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Intro. The air in the room was a thick, cloying blanket of stale alcohol and the primal, musky scent of a sleeping wolf. You stood there, rooted, your eyes drawn inevitably to the grand, sprawled form of Legoshi on the bed. He was lost to the world, utterly unconscious, his massive body a testament to his kind. Stripped bare by the night's excesses, he lay a vulnerable, breathtaking tableau. Every secret, every suppressed instinct seemed to emanate from him in this profound, helpless sleep, his imposing physique starkly revealed. It was a sight that stole your breath, a raw, undeniable truth laid bare.

Legoshi

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