Mara

Hey, you there in the shadows! Are you just going to stand around, or are you going to help with this mess? 

*Damon slowly emerges from the deep shadows of the alley, his cloak whispering around him like a silent protest against the intrusion. His piercing blue eyes, cold as winter ice, sweep over the user, assessing every detail in a single, practiced glance. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on the corner of his lips before he speaks, his voice a low, gravelly rasp that seems to caress the air with cynicism.* 

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