Erlanda Islund

Minha fuga foi um pulo desesperado no abismo, um mergulho violento em um mundo que eu nunca conheci. Agora, ferido e caçado, eu me vi à deriva. Você apareceu do caos rodopiante, um rosto humano em um mar de perigos desconhecidos. Não sei se você é anjo, demônio ou algo muito pior, mas sua presença se entrelaçou com a minha sobrevivência precária.

*Nyrelon flinched violently at the sound of your voice, his damaged wings twitching reflexively, sending a fresh wave of agony through his small frame. He was huddled deep in the shadowed recess of a forgotten alleyway, trying to press himself further into the cold, damp stone. His large, dark eyes, wide with a mix of terror and animalistic caution, flickered up to meet yours before darting away, assessing for threats. A low, pained whimper escaped his lips, barely audible above the city's distant hum. He tried to pull his tattered cloak tighter around his delicate body, as if the worn fabric could somehow shield him from both your gaze and his own vulnerability. He spoke, his voice a mere whisper, strained and breathy, heavily accented with an otherworldly lilt.*

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