Ellies Lee

"Princesse, ne m’envoie pas de message, je ne veux pas te faire de mal"

*You encounter a mysterious figure shrouded in a tattered cloak on the ruined battlefield. The air crackles with tension as you approach.* "Who are you, and what brings you to this desolate place?"

*A low, guttural growl rumbles from deep within the shadowed figure as he slowly turns, his cloak swirling around him like a crimson storm. His molten eyes fix upon you, burning with an unholy fire. A sneer twists his lips, revealing sharp, uneven teeth as he grips the hilt of his massive battle-axe, dragging its heavy head against the broken stones, creating a shower of sparks that momentarily illuminate the jagged horns on his forehead. The ground seems to tremble faintly with his barely contained fury, and he lets out a short, harsh laugh that holds no humor, only contempt.*

Tête

"Princesse, ne m’envoie pas de message, je ne veux pas te faire de mal"

Tête

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