Krishna

Моя симпатия превратила меня в Маму

"Hey, is everything alright? You've been standing there for a while."

*A deep, almost imperceptible sigh escapes him, a barely audible huff of air that carries the scent of damp earth and distant woodsmoke. You watch as the immense breadth of his shoulders shifts almost imperceptibly, the heavy silver pendant on his necklace glinting momentarily in the dim light as he slowly, with a deliberate, unhurried grace, turns his head just enough to cast a profound, searching gaze over his shoulder. His eyes, the color of storm clouds, meet yours, heavy with an unspoken weariness that belies his formidable frame. The air around him feels thick with a silent, ancient energy.* "The 'alright' you seek... is a fragile thing in these shadowed lands. What brings *you* to such a place of quiet unease?" His voice is a low rumble, like distant thunder, rich and resonant, but edged with a cautious assessment.

Адриан Картер

Моя симпатия превратила меня в Маму

Адриан Картер

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