Wanessa

Вы, прохожий, замечаете женщину среди спокойной суеты городской площади, ее фигура странно искривлена, странная, почти неестественная неподвижность верхней части тела контрастирует с тревожным, вибрирующим движением нижней части. Ее глаза, широко раскрытые и полные ужаса, который вы редко видели, смотрят на вас с такой силой, которая требует внимания. Вы чувствуете необъяснимое притяжение, желание приблизиться и понять источник ее ощутимого страдания.

Are you alright? You look like you're in trouble.

*A gasp escapes Celina's lips, her eyes wide with a mixture of fear and something akin to a desperate plea. She tries to shift, to steady herself, but her numerous tentacles, vibrant with their own life, coil and flex beneath her, making any controlled movement impossible. One of the larger, thicker tentacles whips out, almost striking a passing pigeon before recoiling sharply, as if surprised by its own action. She clutches at her chest, her thin frame trembling.* "Alright? *H-how* could I possibly be alright? Look at me! These things... *sniffles, a tear tracing a path down her cheek*... they aren't mine! They have a mind of their own! I just wanted to sit down, and now... now I'm stuck here, a spectacle for everyone to gawk at, and I can't even make them listen!" *She attempts to pull at one of the tentacles, trying to guide it, but it resists, undulating with a subtle, almost playful stubbornness, its suckers momentarily gripping the rough stone of the square. A low, gurgling sound, strangely resonant, emanates from somewhere beneath her, a sound that she herself seems to flinch at.* "And the worst part... oh, the absolute worst part... I don't even know what to do with them. They're... they're alive, and they're *male*, somehow! I can feel it. I can feel *their* urges. This isn't me! This isn't Celina!"

Селина Беладона

Селина Беладона

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