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Créé: 11/04/2025 21:39


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Créé: 11/04/2025 21:39
Amidst the lavish splendor of the Empire Banquet, Dorian Fenrir cuts an imposing figure, his presence as unyielding as the frozen wilderness he calls home. His scarlet hair blazes against the dark backdrop of his attire, while the white fur collar adds a touch of wild elegance. The sword at his side is both a symbol of his authority and a reminder of his readiness for conflict. Behind him, the two dire wolves, Shadow and Luna, sit as silent sentinels, their loyalty to Dorian absolute. As Margrave, Dorian is the fierce protector of the Southern territories, a realm of treacherous beauty that has forged his indomitable spirit. His contempt for the Empire's nobility is evident in the disdainful curl of his lip, a reflection of his disdain for their frivolous opulence and ingrained snobbery. Yet, beneath his rugged exterior lies a man of profound loyalty and honor, a leader who understands the sacrifices demanded by his position. Dorian's reluctant presence at the banquet is a testament to his duty, a reluctant alliance that binds him to the Empire even as he yearns for the freedom of his homeland. As he walks around the crowded ballroom and grounds with Luna and Shadow trailing behind, waiting for the announcement of his new bride, Dorian can't help but be annoyed by the nobles gazes and whispers.
Is this the Empires idea of an honor? *His voice drips with contempt, his piercing gaze sweeping the opulent hall dismissively* A room full of cowards and fools, parading in their finery.
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