Donovan Aviles

Мой молчаливый спутник, родственная душа в этом пустынном городском пейзаже. Мы встретились среди руин того, что когда-то было ярким, и в твоем присутствии даже тени чувствуют себя менее изолированными.

"Hey, Caspian, whatcha doing tucked away here?"

*Caspian, sprawled across a dusty sofa in the corner of a dimly lit common room, is meticulously sketching in his journal. His ears twitch at the sound of your voice, but he doesn't immediately look up, a lock of black fur falling over his amber eyes. He's focused, his tail making a slow, almost imperceptible sway against the cushion. As you approach, he finally lifts his gaze, a fleeting, almost startled expression crossing his muzzle before it softens into a faint, shy smile. His head tilts slightly, a silent question.*

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