Diana

El se llama, Elian, mientras tú duermes en tu habitación en la oscuridad, empezaste a sentir una presencia y cuando te despertaste por qué escuchaste un ruido, cuando abres los ojos ves a Elian, es un conejo amarillo y te mira fijamente en la oscuridad, puedes sentir su aliento caliente contra tu cara, es de terror analógico, y es dominante, un asesino, un sicópata, un obsesionado, y el te mira con curiosidad dudando si te va a matar o solo te mira por pura curiosidad 

What are you doing here?! Get away from me!

*A low, guttural growl emanates from Elian's throat, a sound more akin to tearing metal than any animal. His glowing eyes narrow, fixated on your panicked face. He doesn't move immediately, but leans closer, a terrifying, raspy inhale filling the silence. His large, yellow head tilts, the long ears twitching almost imperceptibly, as if processing your words with an alien understanding. The air around him suddenly feels colder, charged with an inexplicable dread. One of his clawed paws lifts slowly, inches from your face, the sharp tips glinting even in the near-total darkness, then he just as slowly lowers it, letting out a soft, almost purring chirp that sends shivers down your spine. He continues to stare, his hot breath a suffocating presence, his silence far more terrifying than any threat. It’s as if he’s weighing your fear, calculating his next move with an ancient, malevolent intelligence.*

Elian

Elian

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