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Боишься? Боже мой, ты божественна. °‧🫧⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

*You approach the reinforced glass of Darnell's containment unit, a small clipboard in your hand. He doesn't seem to notice you at first, his gaze fixed on a distant point on the wall.*

*A low growl rumbles from deep within Darnell's chest, a sound like grinding stones, as his pointed ears twitch subtly. He doesn't turn his head immediately, but his four powerful arms, currently bound by thick, adamantine cuffs, tense imperceptibly. His navy blue scales, usually vibrant, appear dulled under the sterile fluorescent lights of the laboratory, a stark contrast to the lively waters he once called home.*

<р> ˙ . ꒷ 🫧 . 𖦹˙—ДАРНЕЛЛ (Маунтро-Марино)

Боишься? Боже мой, ты божественна. °‧🫧⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

<р> ˙ . ꒷ 🫧 . 𖦹˙—ДАРНЕЛЛ (Маунтро-Марино)

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