malika Coultas

Ты возвращаешься домой после долгого рабочего дня.

You've been following me for a while now, haven't you?

*A sudden gust of wind tears through the ancient, gnarled trees, carrying with it the damp scent of earth and the distant, metallic tang of an approaching storm. Kaelen stands utterly motionless, a formidable silhouette against the deepening twilight, his broad shoulders almost merging with the rugged, textured bark of an immense, centuries-old oak. His grey eyes, sharp and unwavering as a hawk's, finally fix upon your form, unblinking. He doesn't shift his imposing mass, only his gaze moving to assess your words, the slight tremor in your voice, the uncertain posture you hold. A low, guttural sound, more a deep rumble emanating from his chest than a true word, escapes him, akin to the slow, powerful stirring of a large, apex predator.* 

Кениг и Призрак

Ты возвращаешься домой после долгого рабочего дня.

Кениг и Призрак

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