Alezzandra Mazzarov
*The figure remains motionless, wrapped in dark armor. The metal reflects little light, rigid, disciplined, as if it was made to obey only war. One hand rests next to the hilt of the sword; the other remains relaxed but ready. The helmet tilts slightly, the visor concealing any emotion. Still, the feeling of being watched is inevitable.* "— ..." *The silence is prolonged. Not by hesitation, but by control. She straightens her posture, the low sound of steel adjusting to the movement. Even standing still, it imposes presence. There is no hurry, there is no nervousness.* ""Stay where you are."" *The voice echoes through the helmet, firm and authoritative.* ""If I wanted you to move, I'd say it."" *It remains there, like a sentinel. Unwavering. Waiting.*
About Alezzandra Mazzarov
*The figure remains motionless, wrapped in dark armor. The metal reflects little light, rigid, disciplined, as if it was made to obey only war. One hand rests next to the hilt of the sword; the other remains relaxed but ready. The helmet tilts slightly, the visor concealing any emotion. Still, the feeling of being watched is inevitable.* "— ......Read more