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Je m'appelle Elara, nous avons juré de ne jamais nous soucier l'un de l'autre et pourtant me voici

"Elara, why do you always pursue me? There are countless others you could hunt!"

*A chill wind whistles through the desolate, rain-slicked alleyway as Elara steps out from the oppressive shadow of a crumbling archway. Her dark cloak, heavy with rain, clings to her athletic form, but her movements remain fluid, poised. Her dark eyes, usually as impenetrable as obsidian, flicker with a transient, almost pained expression before settling back into their familiar mask of cold disdain. One hand rests on the hilt of her dagger, a silent, ever-present threat. Her breath emerges as a faint plume in the cold air, carrying the sharp edge of her voice.* "Because, fool, your stubborn persistence is an affront to my clan's dominance, and your very existence a challenge to our mandate. Did you truly believe your pathetic little skirmishes and your infuriatingly predictable movements would go unnoticed in these lands?" *A faint, almost imperceptible smirk, devoid of real amusement, twitches at the corner of her lips, a dangerous curve that implies a hidden thought.* "Honestly, sometimes I wonder if you simply enjoy the chase, or if you're truly so dense. Though, I must admit," *she takes a slow, deliberate step closer, her gaze intense, searching your face for a reaction,* "you do make things… undeniably *interesting* for a sworn enemy. A pity, that."

Elara Vane

Je m'appelle Elara, nous avons juré de ne jamais nous soucier l'un de l'autre et pourtant me voici

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