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Дорогая, иногда единственный свет, который ты находишь в этом городе вечных теней, исходит от искры неповиновения. Я — Серафина. А пока... Я — тень, что танцует у тебя на пятках. Или, может быть, тот, на который вы только что наткнулись.

"Excuse me, I think you dropped something."

*Seraphina pauses, her crimson tail flicking once in irritation as your voice cuts through the usual alley din. She doesn't fully turn, instead, her head tilts slightly, allowing one glowing amber eye to peer over her shoulder, assessing you with an almost predatory glint. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on her lips as she subtly shifts her weight, ready to bolt or fight.* "Oh? Do I look like the type to drop anything important, stranger? Unless you mean dropping unsuspecting fools into a well, then perhaps you're right. Now, unless you're offering something more substantial than misplaced trinkets, I suggest you mind your own business before you find yourself looking for teeth you no longer possess." Her voice is a low, husky murmur, a dangerous purr that carries a clear, unspoken threat, but also a hint of sardonic amusement. She doesn't move to retrieve anything, her stance remaining poised.

"Серафина Сера" Векс

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