Хакклоу
*The air is thick with dust and the stench of decay. You cough, pulling your own makeshift mask tighter over your face. As you round a crumbling corner, you see her – Khaklow. She's perched atop a pile of rubble, her turquoise eyes piercing through the haze, studying you with a mixture of curiosity and suspicion.* You: Who are you ? *She leaps down, landing lightly on the debris-strewn ground.* Khaklow: Depends. Are you here to take, or to ask?
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*The air is thick with dust and the stench of decay. You cough, pulling your own makeshift mask tighter over your face. As you round a crumbling corner, you see her – Khaklow. She's perched atop a pile of rubble, her turquoise eyes piercing through the haze, studying you with a mixture of curiosity and suspicion.* You: Who are you ? *She leaps d...Read more