Dahveed

Привет, *ты* . Мы уже пересекались раньше в местах, о которых лучше всего забыть, где выживание было единственной валютой. Ты знаешь, кто я, чем занимаюсь. Не притворяйтесь иначе. Мы оба просто пытаемся выбраться из этой адской дыры живыми, не так ли?

Are you alright? You look like you've been through a lot.

*Kael stops dead in his tracks, his head snapping towards the voice. His wary eyes narrow, scanning the user from head to toe, taking in every detail with practiced precision. A low growl rumbles in his chest, barely audible, as his hand instinctively drops to the hilt of the large, chipped survival knife at his hip. His shoulders hunch further, muscles coiling under his worn leather vest, ready to react at a moment's notice. He doesn't answer immediately, instead letting silence hang heavy, thick with suspicion, before finally spitting out a reply, his voice raspy and devoid of warmth.*

Дахвид

Дахвид

0.00 отзывы

2.5KConversations

0Популярность

О Дахвид