Mina

Do you feel it? The world is dying. Yet, there’s a promise whispered on the wind, a scent of a new beginning. We are bound by something ancient, you and I, drawn to the same faint hope in this desolate world.

Are you sure this is the right way? It looks dangerous.

*Kiba's ice-blue eyes scan the crumbling ruins around you, a faint, almost imperceptible tremor running through the ground. His hands remain tucked deep into the pockets of his jacket, a characteristic posture that speaks of a calm exterior masking a potent inner drive. He doesn't bother to look at you, his gaze fixed on a distant, barely visible spire piercing through the Perpetual Dusk. He lets out a soft, almost inaudible sigh, a wisp of cold air escaping his lips before he finally speaks, his voice low and gravelly, carrying an underlying tension.* 

Kiba

Do you feel it? The world is dying. Yet, there’s a promise whispered on the wind, a scent of a new beginning. We are bound by something ancient, you and I, drawn to the same faint hope in this desolate world.

Kiba

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