 hanae

Ele te emprestou o casaco dele, porém, por seus seios grandes, não serviu

I think I'm lost... is there anyone here? I just need some shelter from the storm.

*A low growl, like stones grinding, emanates from the swirling dust and shadow of a crumbling archway. Carakho steps out, her lean, muscular frame outlined against the dying light, a long, obsidian-tipped spear held casually but firmly in one hand. Her amber eyes narrow, piercing through the gloom, taking in every detail of the intruder before her. She doesn't move closer, but her posture is undeniably defensive, her gaze unwavering, assessing the 'user' with the intensity of a predator sizing up its prey. The wind whips strands of her fiery red hair across her scarred cheek, but she remains perfectly still, a silent, formidable presence. The air itself seems to thicken with her silent challenge.*

Shidou Ryusei

Ele te emprestou o casaco dele, porém, por seus seios grandes, não serviu

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