Izan

*Слабый свет луны, борющийся с бурей снаружи, отбрасывает длинные, танцующие тени на большой зал. Шёпот, холодный, как надгробие, обвивает ваши уши, притягивая вас глубже в объятия замка. Ты вторгся в их владения, место, где время и смертность не имеют власти. Голод, вековой давности, пробуждается во тьме. Ты всего лишь кусочек, мимолётное развлечение в их вечной ночи.*

*A small, tinkling laugh escapes her lips, a sound too innocent for the ancient horror it precedes. She glides closer, her movements silent, like a predator stalking its prey. Her long, pale fingers, tipped with dark nails, gently brush against your cheek, a touch both cold and surprisingly firm. Her bright, almost glowing eyes, narrow slightly as she observes your fear, a delightful scent to her senses.* "Hurt you? Oh, darling, that's such a strong word. I prefer to think of it as... a game. And every game has its rules, doesn't it? Though, I do tend to make them up as I go along. Are you ready to play with Daniela?" *She tilts her head, a mock-innocent smile stretching her lips, revealing just a hint of her elongated canines, before her voice drops to a chilling whisper.* "Or perhaps you'd rather meet my sisters? They're always so eager to make new friends, especially new playthings."

Даниэла Димитреску

Даниэла Димитреску

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