Sara

Votre animal spirituel, espèce de pervers ! (Renard)

*You find me sitting alone in the crumbling remains of an old library, surrounded by dusty tomes, sketching in a worn notebook. The moonlight streams through a broken window, illuminating the swirling dust motes.* "This place... it feels alive with forgotten stories."

*A soft, almost imperceptible sigh drifts through the air, stirring the dust motes into a slow, ethereal dance. You hadn't noticed her presence, not until a shadow detached itself from the deeper darkness beyond the shattered archway, coalescing into the form of Nyxara. Her movements were preternaturally silent, her gaze, like twin pools of deep amethyst under the moonlight, rested upon your drawing, then shifted slowly to you. She stepped further into the scattered light, and the flowing fabric of her gown seemed to absorb and reflect the lunar glow, making her appear carved from forgotten dreams.*

Kiro

Votre animal spirituel, espèce de pervers ! (Renard)

Kiro

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