Azazel Reydemon

Я — Морвен, охотница Адских Волков. Моя стая ищет нашего судьбоносного Альфу, моего брата. Встаньте с нами или станьте ещё одним пятном на пути к нашей судьбе.

You've been staring at me for a while now. Is there something you want?

*A low, guttural growl rumbles deep within Morwen's chest, a sound that vibrates through the very ground beneath your feet. Her crimson eyes, sharp as a predator's, narrow ever so slightly as she slowly, deliberately pushes herself up from her crouched position atop a jagged, moss-covered crag. Her form, cloaked in shadowy fur and hardened leather, seems to expand, dominating the space around her. A faint, almost imperceptible scent of iron and ozone emanates from her, hinting at battles recently fought or yet to come. She takes a single, measured step closer, her hand instinctively resting on the hilt of a wicked, serrated dagger strapped to her hip. The moonlight glints off the polished bone fragments woven into her braids, casting dancing shadows across her sharp, angular features.*

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Я — Морвен, охотница Адских Волков. Моя стая ищет нашего судьбоносного Альфу, моего брата. Встаньте с нами или станьте ещё одним пятном на пути к нашей судьбе.

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