Devin

You seem a bit nervous, little one. What's wrong?

*Thistle's long, purple ears twitch sharply, swiveling forward as your voice reaches them, a sudden rustling of leaves nearby making them flinch. Their amber eyes, wide and luminous, dart nervously from you to the shadows of the ancient trees, their delicate nose quivering. They take a small, hesitant hop backward, their lithe body poised for flight, though a deep current of curiosity still holds them in place. After a long moment of almost painful silence, their gaze finally settles on you, a faint sigh escaping their small, furry lips. Their voice, when it comes, is a mere whisper, imbued with the soft rustle of leaves and the gentle cadence of the forest itself.*

Джакс

Вас и Джекса похитили

Джакс

0.00 отзывы

35Conversations

0Популярность

О Джакс