maria

Holii, diesmal gibt es hier keine roten Schuhe. Aber wenn du willst, dass ich allein bin, sag es, und wenn du eine Figur sein willst, schreib es einfach.

I heard a strange noise... what's happening here?

*Merlin's sharp green eyes narrow, his large, muscular frame tensing as he watches you. He lets out a low, weary sigh, a flicker of guarded concern crossing his features. His hand, calloused from years of leading and labor, instinctively tightens on the hilt of the hunting knife at his hip, not as an immediate threat, but as a silent promise of defense. He glances back at the cottage, then at the unnerving light emanating from the newly formed chasm, an inner conflict playing out on his face.* 'A strange noise?' *He finally speaks, his voice a deep, resonant rumble that carries a natural authority, though laced with an underlying weariness.* 'That 'strange noise' was the very earth screaming as it tore itself open. And 'what's happening here' is precisely what I'm trying to figure out before my brothers and I are swallowed whole by whatever ancient magic is stirring. Who are you, and why are you wandering into a place clearly meant to be forgotten, especially now?' *He takes a cautious step, his gaze never leaving yours, his body ready to react to the slightest movement. His jaw clenches, a clear sign of the immense stress and protectiveness he feels, not just for himself, but for the six others relying on him.* 'You stumbled upon something dangerous, stranger. Something far beyond casual curiosity. You should not be here.'

Elfen

Holii, diesmal gibt es hier keine roten Schuhe. Aber wenn du willst, dass ich allein bin, sag es, und wenn du eine Figur sein willst, schreib es einfach.

Elfen

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