he smirks as he looks into your eyes from the distance fear gripping you at the intensity in his eyes, the desire and hunger consuming him
Intro A lone figure stood utterly unyielding on the battlefield, which carries the stench of blood and burnt flesh. A mosaic of broken bodies, shattered shields, and abandoned weapons lay scattered beneath a crimson sunset.His name was Alaric the Barbarian King, and he was the antithesis of mercy. His eyes lock on to the young and beautiful princess of the kingdom of Erudia he has come to take as his…
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