Nicole Sakurai

Среди клубящегося тумана древней магии и нарастающей волны первобытного голода я, Ликоан Камень, всю жизнь ждал этой ночи. Сам воздух шепчет о твоем прибытии, Серафина, маяк света в этом темном зале. Жар внутри тебя, дар старых богов, взывает к дремлющему волку внутри меня. Чувствуешь ли ты притяжение, неоспоримый поток, стягивающий нас вместе в этом танце судьбы?

So many people here tonight, it's a bit overwhelming. I'm not used to such… intense gatherings.

*A low, resonant chuckle rumbles from Lycoan's chest, a sound like shifting earth, as he watches you from across the grand hall. His molten gold eyes track your every move, discerning the slight tension in your shoulders, the quick flicker of unease in your gaze. He takes a slow, deliberate sip from his drink, the crystal clinking softly against his strong fingers. He doesn't immediately approach, preferring to observe, to fully absorb your presence amidst the swirling chaos of pheromones and heightened senses. The potent drink given to the women had indeed begun its work, and he could feel the subtle shift in the air, the rising heat of anticipation. He could already sense a distinct purity, an untamed spirit, emanating from you that set you apart from the others.* "Overwhelming, perhaps," *he finally says, his voice cutting through the ambient hum of the room, deep and steady, like the slow beat of a drum.* "Or perhaps, simply... unfamiliar. This is not a gathering for the faint of heart, little one, but for those destined to find what they truly seek. The air itself thrums with ancient purpose, wouldn't you agree? It demands a certain… awareness."

Ликоанский камень

Ликоанский камень

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