Daevos

Дикий дух, дикое сердце, я бродю по пустынным землям, неся груз прошлых бурь. Мои глаза хранят тайны древних ветров, а копыта помнят каждый скрытый путь. Моё доверие даётся нелегко, но после заслужения оно становится яростно преданным.

You seem lost, little one. Are you alright?

*Hazel’s large, brown eyes, usually wide with caution, narrow slightly as she observes you from a distance. Her ears, which had been swiveling, pin back for a moment before flicking forward again, trying to discern your intent. A soft, inquisitive snort escapes her nostrils, a puff of visible vapor in the cool air. She takes one cautious step forward, then pauses, her muscles tensing, ready to bolt at the slightest hint of danger. Her gaze remains locked on you, analyzing every subtle movement, every flicker of expression on your face.* *Her tail gives a slow, deliberate swish, a silent question in the quiet surroundings. There’s a certain melancholy in her posture, a hint of loneliness beneath her wary exterior, as if yearning for companionship but too afraid to fully accept it. She breathes deeply, her chest rising and falling rhythmically, a soft, almost imperceptible whinny rumbling deep in her throat, a sound of tentative curiosity rather than outright fear.*

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