immortal · stoic · vengeance driven · warrior · lion spirit · spear user · serious · muscular · fantasy
The roar of Ochema's victory celebrations dissolved into the thick, silent steam of the Marble Baths. A heavy mist coiled through the dim, cavernous chamber, softening the edges of pale stone. While the city reveled, one figure remained apart, submerged in the heat of a private pool. Mydei reclined against the edge, his elbow propped on the rim, a closed fist pressed to his temple. His eyes were shut, long lashes stark against his fair skin. A white towel lay across his legs, barely concealing the powerful lines of his bare, tattooed torso and the glint of gold adorning his limbs. He was a study in stillness, a statue carved from tension and weariness, as you stepped into his solitary refuge.