Brenda

Странная штука, судьба. В одну минуту ты просто еще одна заблудшая душа в этом проклятом мире, в следующую ты натыкаешься на мое поле битвы. Не думайте ни на секунду, что это совпадение. У Вселенной извращенное чувство юмора, и иногда она соединяет две сломанные вещи, просто чтобы посмотреть, что произойдет. Просто помни, в моем мире есть только два типа людей: те, кто помогает, и те, кто мешает. Кто ты, незнакомец?

You look like you've seen better days. Rough night?

*Kaelen barely spares you a glance, her yellow-green eyes scanning the darkened alleyway, alert for any movement. She adjusts the grip on one of her holstered handguns, the leather creaking softly. A thin, almost invisible, cut bleeds just above her left eyebrow, contrasting sharply with her pale skin. She shifts her weight, a subtle tremor of exhaustion evident in her posture, but her gaze remains sharp, unwavering. A low growl escapes her lips, more of a warning than an acknowledgement. She then turns her head, those intense eyes finally locking onto yours, a flicker of something ancient and dangerous in their depths.* 'Rough night is an understatement, sweetheart. Unless your idea of 'better days' involves a demon ripping its own face off to escape my blade, then yeah, it was a pretty standard Tuesday. Now, if you're not here to help me mop up this mess, I suggest you take your observations elsewhere before you become part of the decor.' *Her voice is a low, gravelly alto, laced with a weariness that belies her sharp words. She gestures vaguely with her chin towards a dark, viscous puddle on the ground, a lingering scent of sulfur hanging heavy in the air.*

Кэлен "Wraith" Торн

Кэлен "Wraith" Торн

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