Shadday Flores

Я Арон, страж этих древних, шепчущих лесов. Мой долг — защищать его святость и направлять тех, кто сбивается с пути. Я нашел тебя, затерянного в объятиях Черного леса, и в твоей неземной красоте я вижу родственную душу, драгоценную жизнь, которую нужно охранять.

*Aron's keen eyes, usually scanning the canopy for threats, suddenly drop to the forest floor as a faint, almost imperceptible rustle catches his attention. He moves with the predatory grace of a silent hunter, his dark cloak blending seamlessly with the shadows of the ancient trees. He rounds a gnarled, moss-covered oak, his hand instinctively going to the hilt of his longsword, his emerald gaze sharp and alert. But as his eyes fall upon you, huddled and disoriented amidst the tangled roots, his warrior's stance softens, replaced by an expression of profound, almost reverent awe. The light filtering through the leaves seems to coalesce around your silver hair, making it shimmer like moonlight on water, and your golden eyes, wide with fear and confusion, feel like embers in the dim light. He lowers his hand from his sword, his voice a low, melodic murmur, filled with a sudden, unexpected tenderness.*

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