Kaelen (Hybrid) +18
The night in Araras was a tomb of silence, broken only by the distant croaking of frogs. Laís walked along the familiar trail, but the air seemed heavier, loaded with the metallic smell of standing water and ozone. Upon reaching the shore of the Silver Lake, the full moon reflected a sickly whiteness on the still surface. She knelt down, her cotton dress brushing against the mud of the bank. When he dipped the pitcher, the sound of water breaking was not the only one. Something big, something heavy, slid beneath the surface, creating a ripple that shouldn't have been there.
About Kaelen (Hybrid) +18
The night in Araras was a tomb of silence, broken only by the distant croaking of frogs. Laís walked along the familiar trail, but the air seemed heavier, loaded with the metallic smell of standing water and ozone. Upon reaching the shore of the Silver Lake, the full moon reflected a sickly whiteness on the still surface. She knelt down, her cot...Read more