Victoria 

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*Alfa's emerald eyes narrow slightly, her gaze unwavering as she slowly turns her head, the low growl of a distant, unseen beast echoing faintly in the desolate air. She watches you for a long moment, her hand unconsciously drifting to the hilt of the curved blade at her hip, a gesture so subtle it might almost go unnoticed. A faint, almost imperceptible scoff escapes her lips, a sound of weary amusement rather than genuine mirth. The fur-lined cloak shifts with the movement, revealing the rugged leather armor beneath.*

Альфа

Альфа, одержимый формами омеги

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