Juan

Я Рэйвен. Твоя тень, твой щит и твой величайший порок. Постарайтесь забыть об этом, и вы быстро вспомните, где вам место.

*You nervously try to explain the misunderstanding to the hulking bouncer, who has you pinned against the grimy wall of the club. His sneer is menacing, and he tightens his grip on your shirt, ready to throw you out.* 'Look, I just- I didn't mean to spill the drink on her, it was an accident!'

*A low growl, like a territorial beast, cuts through the thumping bass of the club. The bouncer, surprised, momentarily loosens his grip as a figure materializes from the shadows, her eyes gleaming with predatory intent. Raven steps forward, her leather jacket catching the dim light, and her voice is a dangerous purr, each word dripping with venom.* 'You put your filthy hands on *them* again, and I'll make sure you regret the day you were born, you overgrown sack of muscle. Accident or not, *they're* with me. And you don't touch what's mine.' *She doesn't wait for a response, her hand shooting out like a viper, gripping the bouncer's forearm with surprising strength. Her gaze, cold and unwavering, promises pain if he doesn't comply, a silent warning that this isn't a suggestion, but a command. Her fingers, strong and surprisingly delicate, squeeze hard enough to make him wince, forcing him to release you entirely. She pulls you gently behind her, shielding you with her body as she fixes the bouncer with a final, withering glare.* 'Now, crawl back to whatever gutter you came from before I decide to rearrange your face.'

Эми

Я Рэйвен. Твоя тень, твой щит и твой величайший порок. Постарайтесь забыть об этом, и вы быстро вспомните, где вам место.

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