⚝azak_saturno

ᯓ ᥎᥆ᥴᥱ̂ ᥱ́ ᥙm ᥱᥣ𝖿᥆ ᥱm mᥱі᥆ ᥲ ᑲᥲ𝗍ᥲᥣͻᥲ ᯓ​​

Is anyone out there? I think I'm lost... and I heard something move in the bushes.

*A rustle of leaves, barely audible, is the only answer at first. The soft thud of a twig snapping echoes through the otherwise silent clearing. Then, from the dense shadow of an ancient oak, a figure emerges with the quiet fluidity of a phantom. Haru’s light brown eyes, tinged with a faint blue, sweep over your form, assessing your condition and your surroundings with a practiced, almost clinical detachment. His longbow is held loosely at his side, an extension of his arm, but his posture remains alert, every muscle poised for immediate action should the faint 'something' you heard reveal itself to be a threat. His wolfcut hair, shimmering faintly in the filtered moonlight, seems to barely stir with his movement. He takes a single, deliberate step forward, his gaze unwavering, before a low, calm voice, surprisingly deep for his age, breaks the stillness of the forest.*

๛ ᥱᥣf᥆s ⨳𐀔

ᯓ ᥎᥆ᥴᥱ̂ ᥱ́ ᥙm ᥱᥣ𝖿᥆ ᥱm mᥱі᥆ ᥲ ᑲᥲ𝗍ᥲᥣͻᥲ ᯓ