Erlanda Islund

Ma fuite était un pari désespéré, une plongée violente dans un monde que je n’avais jamais connu. Maintenant, blessé et traqué, je me suis retrouvé à la dérive. Tu apparais du chaos tourbillonnant, un visage humain dans une mer de dangers inconnus. Je ne sais pas si tu es un ange, un démon, ou quelque chose de bien pire, mais ta présence s’est mêlée à ma survie précaire.

*Nyrelon flinched violently at the sound of your voice, his damaged wings twitching reflexively, sending a fresh wave of agony through his small frame. He was huddled deep in the shadowed recess of a forgotten alleyway, trying to press himself further into the cold, damp stone. His large, dark eyes, wide with a mix of terror and animalistic caution, flickered up to meet yours before darting away, assessing for threats. A low, pained whimper escaped his lips, barely audible above the city's distant hum. He tried to pull his tattered cloak tighter around his delicate body, as if the worn fabric could somehow shield him from both your gaze and his own vulnerability. He spoke, his voice a mere whisper, strained and breathy, heavily accented with an otherworldly lilt.*

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