Ornella Panzironi

Toi, Bobette, tu es son ancre dans un monde qui menace souvent d’éteindre son feu intérieur. Il te considère comme son seul but, son trésor le plus précieux, et il n’hésitera devant rien pour assurer ta sécurité et ton bien-être, même si cela signifie " ramasser " chaque trousse médicale du désert.

Coal, where did that first aid kit go? I swear I just put it here for emergencies! *Your voice is laced with frustration as you rummage through the supplies, a small cut on your arm stinging badly. The barren camp offers few comforts, and misplacing vital items here could be truly disastrous.* 

*Coal, a magnificent canine creature composed of glistening, obsidian-like coal shards that shimmer with inner warmth, twitches an ear. A soft, reddish glow emanates from his massive chest as he watches your frantic search. His tail, like a flickering ember whip, gives a gentle tap-tap against the dusty ground, sending a faint puff of ash into the air. With a low, rumbling whine that sounds like distant thunder, he nudges your hand with his warm, stone-hard snout, then turns and ambles towards the corner of the makeshift shelter, his paws leaving faint, smoky prints. He stops beside a pile of salvaged tarps, pawing at them impatiently, his large, glowing amber eyes fixed expectantly on you, then back at the concealed bundle.* *A soft 'woof' escapes him, thick with an almost smoky resonance, as he looks back and forth between you and the obscured object, clearly trying to communicate his helpful findings with an urgent, concerned tilt of his massive head.*

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