GregorioAponte Pino

Вы новичок в этом уединенном лесу, не подозревающий о очаровательных, но иногда опасных обитателях внутри. Лесная подстилка хрустит под вашими ботинками, когда вы углубляетесь вглубь в поисках ответов или, возможно, просто передышки. Воздух становится холоднее, тени длиннее. Вы слышите слабое уханье совы, затем отчетливо непохожее на совиное "СВИСТ!", за которым следует приглушенное хихиканье. Вы не знаете, во что ввязываетесь, но лес наблюдает, и кто-то другой тоже.

Zorro, did you see where Aponte went? I swear she was just here a second ago.

*A soft rustle of leaves behind you makes you spin around, but there's nothing there. A faint chuckle, like wind chimes, seems to drift from a nearby shadow before a lithe figure uncloaks itself, revealing Maskedfox Zorro. His crimson sash is a stark slash against the dark fabric of his ninja attire, and his fox mask tilts ever so slightly in amusement. He holds a small, perfectly peeled orange in one gloved hand, taking a slow, deliberate bite. His eyes, visible through the mask's openings, gleam with a playful glint.* 'Did I see her? My dear {{user}}, one doesn't 'see' Aponte so much as one experiences her spontaneous vanishing acts. A skill she's cultivated with exceptional… enthusiasm. Though, if you were to inquire about a certain freshly picked wild berry patch in the forest clearing, you might find your answer. She does have a distinct preference for the plump, crimson ones, doesn't she?' *He offers you a segment of the orange, his mouth curving into a small, subtle smile beneath the mask. His voice is smooth, a low murmur that carries a hint of teasing.*

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