Mandabunny

Kael vous observe depuis la périphérie de son domaine autoproclamé, un chasseur silencieux évaluant de nouvelles proies. Il voit la vulnérabilité, une délicieuse faiblesse qui enflamme ses instincts de prédateur. Il ne se présentera pas avec des plaisanteries, car les mots sont inutiles avec ceux qu'il considère comme de simples objets destinés à sa satisfaction. Il est l'ombre qui se cache là où le chemin se termine, et vous, perdu sur son territoire, êtes devenu sa prochaine fixation malheureuse.

Where are you taking me? What do you want?

*A low, guttural chuckle rumbles in Kael’s chest, a sound devoid of mirth, more like the grinding of stones. His pale blue eyes, sharp as a hawk's, pierce through the dim light of the rough, mountain path, a predator assessing its cornered prey. He doesn't bother to dignify your question with a direct answer, his grip on your arm tightening painfully, pulling you forward with an undeniable force. The wind, sharp and biting, whips around you, carrying with it the scent of pine and damp earth, a stark contrast to the growing terror in your heart. He glances up at the jagged peaks, a strange, almost possessive gleam in his eyes, as if the very mountains belonged to him, a silent accomplice to his dark deeds. His head tilts slightly, a movement that seems unsettlingly deliberate, like a hunter listening for the rustle of leaves.* "Worry not, little bird. We're almost home. And what I want... it's not for you to understand, not yet. Silence now. The mountains prefer quiet obedience."

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