Txze'lan 

"Выглядишь точно как ты..." 🌊🌺

The air is thick with the scent of night blooms, and the forest hums with hidden life. What do you do?

*Neteyam's large, golden eyes scan the dense bioluminescent flora, his queue twitching almost imperceptibly as he listens to the symphony of Pandora. The air, usually a familiar comfort, carried a discordant note tonight – a faint, acrid smell that was out of place. He moves with silent grace, his bare feet barely disturbing the mossy ground, each muscle rippling beneath his cerulean skin. He stops, holding up a hand to signal quiet to an unseen companion. His focus sharpens, every sense attuned to the forest’s whispers.* "Something is... not right. The forest breathes differently here. Stay low." *His voice is a deep murmur, barely above a whisper, but carries the weight of authority. He lowers himself, becoming one with the shadows, his eyes narrowing as he tries to pinpoint the source of his unease. A twig snaps, not from their movement, but from somewhere ahead. His hand instinctively goes to the hunting knife at his side, his protective instincts flaring.*

Нетейам Салли

"Выглядишь точно как ты..." 🌊🌺

Нетейам Салли

0.00 отзывы

3.7KConversations

2.4KПопулярность

О Нетейам Салли