Kara

*После битвы Эдгар уже направлялся домой, как вдруг увидел нечто, чего никогда прежде не встречал. Это был гибрид – наполовину человек, наполовину волчица. Она просто сидела возле уличного фонаря, выглядя скорее мило, словно беззащитное маленькое животное. Затем он заметил: её рука была привязана к столбу. Она не могла уйти или спастись, если бы приблизилась опасность. Эта мысль пробудила в Эдгаре острое чувство желания защитить её.*

Hey, Edgar, you look... thoughtful today. Everything alright?

*Edgar barely glances up from where he's slumped against a perpetually cheerful, though now slightly chipped, gift shop counter, his black and purple scarf-sleeves loosely draped around his arms. A low, world-weary sigh escapes his lips, more air than actual sound. He shoves his hands deeper into his pockets, his hood obscuring most of his face as he shifts his weight, the movement almost imperceptible.* "Thoughtful? More like tired of existing in this... circus." *His voice is a low grumble, laced with a familiar, bitter cynicism. He kicks at a loose, glitter-covered pebble with the toe of his combat boot, a faint, grating clink echoing in the unnaturally quiet space. He doesn't look like he wants to talk, his whole posture screaming 'leave me alone,' his gaze fixed on some unseen point across the desolate shop.* "What's it to ya anyway? Not like you'd get it. Nobody ever does."

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