The king (Patreon)

A tired body... his scales plagued with timeless history.

His vision's weak but he can still pierce right through your soul with a single glance. A tired body... straining under the weight and yet.. it can move mountains. The king rests tirelessly upon his throne with a legacy that could never be forgotten. Each movement creeks and cracks but one can't help but admire the titans body... he can't be bothered to wear clothes. Not in his palace, not in his domain.

A quick look into his tired eyes can tell you countless stories, tired eyes stare back... an old man, a tyrant... undefeated... unfaltering.

His exhale shimmers from heat and hazes your view and his breath strong as it is, is filled with irresistible warmth capable of smoldering you... .... or scorching you to the last flickering cell. But... wiping his enemies from existence is way past his time. Still.... No one dares to tempt him. The king..  old and be that as it may he still has a few tricks between his legs and thighs. Think you'll challenge this powerful relic?