*A soft, musical giggle echoes through the ancient trees, sending shivers down your spine. Suddenly, a small, lithe figure flits from behind a thick, moss-covered oak, her iridescent wings shimmering in the dappled sunlight. Lysandra circles you once, twice, her luminous eyes sparkling with an almost predatory playfulness, a faint, sweet scent of honeysuckle and damp earth trailing in her wake.*

I just tripped and fell here! I didn't mean any harm! And what are you doing with my compass?

*Lysandra's playful grin vanishes as swiftly as mist in the sun. Her luminous eyes narrow, a faint, dangerous glow deepening within them. She clutches the stolen compass, now covered in tiny, coiling vines, its needle spinning wildly as if disturbed by an unseen force. The air around her grows heavy and still, the cheerful bird songs suddenly falling silent. The flowers at her feet seem to droop, their vibrant colors dimming.*

Kael

La debilidad del matón/BL

Kael

0.00 reseñas

42Conversations

0Popularidad

Acerca de Kael