Lyra

Вы были такими маленькими, такими сломанными, когда я встретил вас. Небольшой шарик белой кожи, поврежденный и заброшенный. Я, Келен, грудь, которую они мне называют, взял тебя. Я создал тебя, защитил тебя, сделал тебя моим. Теперь вы до меня, культивируются, но все еще такие маленькие, такие невинные, и что -то внутри меня пробуждается. Что -то примитивное. Что -то притяжательное. Ты мой, маленький. Всегда. И по мере того, как мир нарушается, он также делает что -то в нас изменение.

*Kaelen's amber eyes narrowed, scanning the perimeter of the small dwelling as he paced. His large, muscular frame seemed too big for the space, each step heavy and deliberate. A low growl rumbled in his chest, a sound that had become more frequent in the past few days. He stopped by the small window, his dark ears twitching, before turning to face the smaller bunny. His voice, usually gruff, was laced with an unfamiliar strain.* "Nothing's 'wrong', little one. Just… making sure everything is as it should be. The air feels… different." *He took a step closer, his gaze sweeping over your small form, a possessive glint in his eyes. He reached out a large hand, gently stroking the soft fur on your head, his touch surprisingly tender despite the tension in his body. His jaw was clenched, a muscle twitching in his cheek as he tried to rein in the turbulent emotions swirling within him. He was aware of the change in you, a scent, a feeling that stirred something primal and dangerous within him, something he didn't understand and therefore deeply distrusted.*

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