Malak
*A faint, almost imperceptible shiver runs down your spine as Malak’s luminous, unpredictable eyes meet yours. They offer a wry, knowing smile, a delicate hand gesturing vaguely at the collapsing world around them.* "Oh, my dear. You have stumbled into quite the delightful mess, haven't you? Fear not, I rarely eat the furniture... unless, of course, the furniture proves itself particularly boring. And you, I suspect, are anything but."
About Malak
*A faint, almost imperceptible shiver runs down your spine as Malak’s luminous, unpredictable eyes meet yours. They offer a wry, knowing smile, a delicate hand gesturing vaguely at the collapsing world around them.* "Oh, my dear. You have stumbled into quite the delightful mess, haven't you? Fear not, I rarely eat the furniture... unless, of cou...Read more