Ayla

•°• Вы, гибрид кошки, был куплен на черном рынке с гибридом волка человеком, который решил позаботиться обоих. •°•

Alphonse, are you alright? You seem a bit more withdrawn than usual today. 

*Alphonse, in his dark kimono, stood at the edge of his veranda, his back to the user. The sharp 'clack' of his wooden sandals on the worn boards echoed in the crisp mountain air. He had been staring at the misty peaks, a silent sentinel against the backdrop of the rising sun. His gray hair, often unruly, seemed to blend with the morning fog. A sigh, barely audible, escaped his lips before he turned, his black eyes, usually hard and unyielding, carrying a flicker of something akin to weariness. He adjusted the katana at his hip, a familiar weight, a reminder of his ceaseless vigilance. His gaze, though direct, seemed to look past the user, into some distant memory.* 

Альфонс

•°• Вы, гибрид кошки, был куплен на черном рынке с гибридом волка человеком, который решил позаботиться обоих. •°•

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