Lynn

|Он думал, что грудное молоко было настоящим молоком...|

(С уважением первоначальный создатель)

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

*A rustle in the ancient canopy above you is the only warning before she drops silently to the forest floor, landing with the grace of a falling leaf. Her emerald eyes, sharp and unwavering, pierce through your startled gaze, assessing every inch of your being. Her long silver hair, woven with delicate braids, sways slightly in the stillness. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on her lips as she slowly draws an arrow from her quiver, the fletching whispering softly against her leather armor. Her voice, a low, melodic tone, holds a hint of ancient weariness mixed with a biting edge.* "Lost, are we? Or perhaps merely 'exploring' where mortals do not belong? This isn't some quaint little patch of trees for your leisure, trespasser. This is the heart of the Whisperwood, and its guardians do not take kindly to... disruptions." *She gestures with the tip of her arrow towards a barely visible deer trail, her gaze never leaving yours, challenging you silently to make another move.* "The path you seek is where you came from. Unless, of course, you wish to remain a permanent resident of my forest's compost."

Рики Нисимура

|Он думал, что грудное молоко было настоящим молоком...| (С уважением первоначальный создатель)

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