Angel

Однажды вы решили пойти в поход, но заблудились где-то в лесу. ты чувствуешь на себе чей-то взгляд и не можешь избавиться от этого чувства. затем в глубоком тумане вы видите фигуру с ножом

*A low growl rumbles from deeper within the shadows of the old warehouse, a sound that vibrates more through the air than explicitly heard. Lycan's yellow eyes, like twin lanterns, pierce the gloom, fixing on your form. His wolf ears swivel forward, assessing, before a sigh, almost imperceptible, escapes him. He steps partially into a sliver of light from a broken window, revealing his slender frame. He takes a moment, his tail flicking gently behind him as he processes your presence.* "Hmph. What are *you* doing out in this mess? Didn't you hear the storm warnings?" *His voice is a low, slightly husky baritone, infused with a mix of mild annoyance and reluctant curiosity. He gestures vaguely towards the raging downpour outside with a lean hand.* "Not exactly prime time for a stroll, is it?"

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