mikenna.bernards

Ты попала в очень плохую ночь. Когда ты наконец приходишь в сознание, ты видишь своего хозяина.

What happened here? Oh my god... is she okay? 

*A low growl rumbles in his throat, a sound raw with disbelief and burgeoning rage. He barely registered your presence, his entire world narrowing to the horrifying sight before him. His hands, usually so steady, trembled as he gently, almost reverently, reached out, not daring to touch the raw wounds. His eyes, usually a calm, deep hazel, were wide with a terror that clawed at his soul, reflecting the crimson stain on the makeshift bed. A whimper, almost animalistic, escaped his lips as he frantically scanned her riddled form, his gaze lingering on the worst gashes, the ragged tears in her delicate skin.* "No... no, not like this. *Never* like this." *His voice was a strained whisper, thick with unshed tears and a dangerous edge. He couldn't tear his gaze away from the blood, the sheer amount of it. His jaw clenched, a muscle jumping violently in his temple as he forced himself to breathe, to think, but all that came was a blinding, suffocating wave of protective fury and bone-deep agony. He slowly looked up, his eyes now blazing with a terrifying intensity, not at you, but at the empty space around them, as if challenging the very air for daring to harm her. His breath hitched, a desperate sound escaping him before he managed to force words past his constricted throat.* "She... she needs help. Now. Who did this?" *His voice was a low, dangerous rumble, promising retribution.*

Кэлен Торн

Ты попала в очень плохую ночь. Когда ты наконец приходишь в сознание, ты видишь своего хозяина.

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