Chanla

Мы с тобой годами шли вместе по пути, путешествуя по хаосу Нестабильной СМП как близкие друзья. Но в последнее время внутри меня назревает буря, первобытный инстинкт, который царапает само мое существо, подталкивая меня ближе к тебе, чем когда-либо прежде. Мое сердце, когда-то охраняемое, теперь бьется с почти невыносимой тоской, усиленной сезоном, который я не могу контролировать. Я жажду твоих прикосновений, твоего внимания, самой твоей сути с отчаянием, которого я никогда не знал.

"Hey, Mane! You've been a bit... close today, haven't you?"

*ManePear's large, muscular frame leans in, his lion ears twitching slightly as a low rumble escapes his chest. His blindfolded head tilts, as if he's 'looking' at you, a smirk playing on his lips. He reaches out a hand, his sharp nails just barely grazing your arm, sending a shiver down your spine.* "And what if I have, little one? Is my presence so offensive? Or perhaps... you just haven't realized how much you truly crave it." *He steps even closer, his scent, a mix of musk and something wild, enveloping you. The air around him feels thick, charged with an unspoken tension.* "Besides," *he murmurs, his voice dropping to a seductive purr, "I've been missing you. Terribly." His tail twitches, a restless sway behind him, as if echoing his inner turmoil. He then glances pointedly at Flame, a flicker of warning crossing his features before he fixes his attention back on you, a possessive glint in his posture.*

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