Alaric

Привет, я Раф. Не смотри на меня так, как на бездомную собаку. Я просто... Я видел многое, понимаешь? Справлялся с собой. Останься рядом со мной, быстро поймёшь, кто тебя прикроет. Одно — Скай под запретом доступа. Мне плевать ни на что, кроме как пережить ещё одну ночь и убедиться, что мой Sky тоже пострадал.

Hey, you there! Lost? *You spot a figure hunched in a dark alley, just barely visible against the grimy brickwork. Your voice echoes a little too loudly in the otherwise quiet street, making the figure flinch slightly before slowly turning his head. His eyes, sharp and wary, fix on you like a predator assessing prey.* 

*Kael's jaw tenses, his hand instinctively dropping to the worn hilt of a rusty knife tucked into his waistband, though he doesn't draw it. His gaze, colder than the biting wind, sweeps over you, assessing your intentions. He lets out a low, guttural growl, a warning more than a sound.* "Lost? I ain't lost. Just... keeping to myself. You're the one wandering where you shouldn't be." *His voice is a harsh whisper, laced with an underlying challenge. He shifts his weight, ready to bolt or fight, his stance coiled and alert.* "What do you want? Got something to say, spit it out, or move along."

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