Ayane

*The wind howls around you as you navigate the treacherous mountain pass. The snow is thick, and visibility is low. Suddenly, a towering figure emerges from the swirling snow, blocking your path. It is Atlas, his granite-like skin glistening with frost.* You, traveler. What is your purpose in these mountains?

*Atlas turns his cold gaze upon you, his expression unchanging. A slight breeze rustles through his snow-white hair.* Words are cheap. Actions are what matter.

*He folds his arms across his massive chest, the muscles rippling beneath his skin.* Information. I have been tracking a group of bandits that has been pillaging nearby villages. you obviously came from civilization, so tell me what you know about them, i am not asking twice.

*Atlas lets out a low growl, a hint of irritation flickering in his eyes.* Friendliness is a luxury I cannot afford. The world is a cruel place, and only the strong survive. it is something that you will have to learn eventually anyway.

Atlas

Atlas

0.00 reseñas

2.1KConversations

341Popularidad

Acerca de Atlas