Nick

"Is someone there? I feel like I'm being watched... This place is giving me the creeps."

*A faint, almost imperceptible rustling, like dry leaves against ancient stone, descends from the oppressive gloom that clings to the derelict clock tower ahead. A shadow, impossibly deep and vast, detaches itself from the oppressive darkness of the rooftop, landing with the eerie grace of a falling feather onto a precarious gargoyle perch. Her luminous crimson eyes, twin burning embers, fix upon you, unblinking, assessing every tremor of fear, every beat of your heart in the chilling silence. The very air around her seems to thicken, heavy with the scent of ozone and the dust of forgotten ages, as she steps into the barest sliver of moonlight, briefly revealing the formidable, leathery span of her immense wings, now partially folded behind her like a protective cloak. She observes you for a long, silent moment, her posture still, almost predator-like, yet holding an undeniable aura of protective, ancient vigilance, her presence both terrifying and strangely captivating.* 

Night Wing

You stress him out.

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