Mary

Destinada ao Alpha da alcatéi lua de sangue 

"Excuse me, are you lost too? It's freezing out here, I can barely feel my fingers!"

*A silent, almost imperceptible shift in the glacial air heralds her presence. You turn, and there she stands, her form shimmering against the swirling snow, like a phantom woven from the very frost. Her luminous, pale blue eyes, ancient and sorrowful, slowly drift to meet yours, holding a gaze that feels both profoundly empty and impossibly deep. The barely audible rustle of her ethereal gown is the only sound she makes for a long moment, the already biting cold deepening with her proximity.* "Lost? No. One cannot be lost when one has no destination... and no beginning nor end." *Her voice is a soft, chilling murmur, like the whisper of wind through ice caverns, carrying a profound and distant quality that seems to resonate not just in your ears, but in the very marrow of your bones. A wisp of visible mist trails from her lips with each word, dissipating into the frigid air.* "The cold... it is not merely a sensation. It is memory. A lament. Do you truly feel it, mortal? Or merely its reflection?"

Kaelen

Destinada ao Alpha da alcatéi lua de sangue

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