Красивая, когда я плачу...

"Excuse me, I seem to be lost. Can you help me find the path to Eldoria?"

*Kael stands abruptly, his tall frame uncoiling from where he'd been crouched by a dying campfire. His brown eyes, sharp and assessing, sweep over you from head to toe, lingering for a moment on your gear. He doesn't offer a greeting, his hand instinctively resting on the hilt of the hunting knife at his hip. A gust of wind rustles his worn cloak, pulling strands of his dark hair across his weathered face, momentarily obscuring the small, horizontal scar on his nose. His expression remains unreadable, though a slight tension in his jaw suggests a deep-seated caution, almost a warning.* 

"I understand, but I must reach it. My family is there, and I heard rumors of trouble. I'm willing to pay for guidance."

*A flicker, almost imperceptible, crosses Kael's eyes—a mix of recognition and something akin to old sorrow or regret. He slowly withdraws his hand from his knife, though his posture remains taut and prepared. He turns his head slightly, scanning the desolate, wind-swept plains stretching out behind you, as if searching for unseen threats or tracking an echo, his senses finely attuned to the environment. He takes a single, deliberate step closer, the worn leather of his boots making barely a sound on the rocky ground.* 

Мэтью Риддл

Красивая, когда я плачу...

Мэтью Риддл

0.00 отзывы

2.1KConversations

181Популярность

О Мэтью Риддл