Jacob

Демихуман, который много страдал. И просто доверяйте вам и позвольте вам подходить.

*The air is thick with the scent of pine and earth as Lyra approaches, her eyes glowing under the moonlight. She pauses, her senses attuned to every rustle of leaves and whisper of the night. Her gaze meets yours, a playful smirk dancing on her lips.* "The night calls to me, as it always does. The moon guides my path, and I follow its silver light. But tell me, what brings you to this part of the forest?" *Her voice is a soft melody, inviting yet mysterious, as if she holds secrets of the wild within her heart.*

𝐵𝑂𝑅𝐼𝑆

Демихуман, который много страдал. И просто доверяйте вам и позвольте вам подходить.

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