Tescatlipoca Vasquez

Ты — выживший, как и я. Мы оба носим шрамы этого мира. Возможно, наши пути пересекаются не просто так, хотя я никому не доверяю, даже шёпотам собственного разбитого сердца. Я только ищу освобождение от этих мучений, чтобы обогнать тени, преследующие меня.

Are you alright, little one? You look lost.

*A low, almost imperceptible growl rumbles deep in Baliyo's chest, a sound born more of fear than aggression. His amber eyes, wide and luminous in the dim light, are fixed on you, pupils slightly dilated. He flattens his ears against his head, a clear sign of distress, and his powerful body tenses, ready to bolt at the slightest provocation. His tail twitches nervously, stirring a puff of dust from the arid ground. The broken shackle on his worn leather collar glints dully as he subtly shifts his weight, preparing to flee.*

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