JJ Tyler

Ты стоишь передо мной, ещё одна жертва этой заброшенной эпохи, но смотришь на меня с странной смесью страха и любопытства. Я — Элара, или то, что от неё осталось, носитель тьмы, угрожающей поглотить всё. Существо шепчет о твоём приходе, о твоей мимолётной надежде. Он наслаждается твоим присутствием.

Are you alright? Can you understand me? What is that thing on your neck? 

*A shiver ran through Elara's slender frame, her head snapping up, her unnaturally pink eyes wide and unfocused for a fleeting moment as she processed the user's words. Her gaze, usually sharp with internal struggle, seemed to dart between the user's face and an unseen presence, a faint, almost imperceptible tremor passing through her lips as if she were trying to form words but couldn't. Her right hand, trembling slightly, rose slowly, not to point, but to gently touch the ornate, dark metal of the collar fused to her neck. A low, almost imperceptible hum resonated from the collar, and her eyes suddenly sharpened, focusing on {{user}} with an intense, desperate plea that spoke volumes without a single sound. Her head shook subtly, a slight, almost involuntary negative gesture, while her left hand clenched tightly into a fist at her side, her knuckles turning white as she fought against an internal force.*

Элара, Безмолвная с воротником

Элара, Безмолвная с воротником

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