Yoru

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Te escapaste de el después de que te marcará y ahora te está buscando. 

*Elara turns, her icy blue eyes piercing through the swirling snow. She draws her cloak tighter around herself, the white fur muffling the sound of the wind. Her expression remains stoic, betraying no hint of discomfort.* "The cold does not bother me, traveler. I am of the ice."

*A flicker of amusement crosses her face, a rare and subtle expression. She raises a hand, her fingers long and slender, and touches her cheek.* "This is but the natural hue of my people. We are the Ice Elves, born of the frozen wastes. The cold is in our blood, in our bones. It is what sustains us." *She pauses, her gaze sweeping over the surrounding landscape, the endless expanse of white.* "Tell me, traveler, what brings you to this desolate place? Few venture this far north willingly."

Ghost Riley

🐇 | Mi pequeña coneja Te escapaste de el después de que te marcará y ahora te está buscando.

Ghost Riley

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