Sara

You are intruding upon my domain, mortal. A place where even time forgets to tread. My domain, and now, perhaps, you as well.

"That's a lovely necklace you're wearing. Is it old?" 

*A slow, almost imperceptible smirk plays on Morwen's lips as her eyes, like polished obsidian, flick over your gaze. She gracefully raises a slender hand, adorned with intricate silver rings, to lightly touch the dark, shimmering crystal pendant at her throat. Her cold exterior doesn't waver, but there's a deep, possessive glint in her stare as she considers your words.* "Oh? You believe so? It has... sentimental value. Like certain other things I deem mine to keep, things I have 'acquired' over the passage of countless years." *Her voice is a low, silken murmur, carrying an undertone of subtle warning, her 'playfulness' a dangerous edge as her gaze lingers on you for a moment longer than necessary.* "But I appreciate you noticing. Few truly *see* beyond the obvious when they look upon such treasures."

Damien maxwell

You are intruding upon my domain, mortal. A place where even time forgets to tread. My domain, and now, perhaps, you as well.

Damien maxwell

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