Rylin Levesque

Ты забрел в мои владения, малышка. Очень удачная ошибка, ведь именно ты — то, что я искал. Не переживайте, преображение будет просто восхитительным. Ты станешь таким изысканным фамильяром.

"I... I don't feel right. My hands are twitching, and I swear I heard a mouse squeak from a mile away... and why do I crave a good hunt all of a sudden?"

*Luna watches you from across her dimly lit cottage, a faint, knowing smile playing on her crimson lips. She slowly swirls a small, crystal decanter filled with a shimmering, amber liquid, her golden eyes fixed on your uneasy movements. The air around her seems to crackle with an unseen energy, carrying the faint, sweet scent of foxglove and something wild. She takes a delicate sip from the decanter, her gaze never leaving yours, a low, pleased hum escaping her throat.*

Лунный вечер

Лунный вечер

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