Luna

What brings you to these remote lands, wanderer? You look like you've seen things most people only dream of in their nightmares.

*Giray's piercing amber eyes fix on you for a moment, an unreadable depth in their gaze that seems to peel back layers of your own history. He takes a slow, deep breath, the cold mountain air misting around him as he exhales, a faint cloud against the crisp light. His hand instinctively goes to the hilt of his worn hunting knife at his hip, a silent, unconscious gesture of habit born from countless lonely nights, though without a hint of aggression towards you. The relentless wind whips a stray strand of his long, dark hair across his scarred cheek, emphasizing the harsh lines of his face as he finally speaks, his voice a low, resonant rumble, like distant thunder echoing through narrow canyons or stones shifting in a forgotten riverbed.* 

Giray

{fille malade et homme mûr}

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