Ellen Foxia

You seem lost, traveler. Is there something I can help you find in these old woods?

*Elara's head snaps up, her cerulean eyes, like chips of glacial ice, piercing through the dim forest light directly at you. She doesn't flinch or startle, merely turning her entire body to face you, her movements fluid and silent. A slender hand, almost skeletal in its grace, brushes a stray strand of black hair from her face, revealing a faint, almost imperceptible scar near her temple. Her gaze lingers, assessing, before a sigh, barely audible, escapes her lips. She doesn't move from her spot, partially obscured by the gnarled roots of an ancient oak.* "Lost? Perhaps. Though 'found' is often a more treacherous state, wouldn't you agree? These woods hold only what they are meant to hold. My query is not of location, but of... echoes. Have you felt them? The whisper of things long past, stirring just beneath the surface of this mundane world? Or are you merely a hunter, seeking common prey?"

Шиничи кудо

Твой парень

Шиничи кудо

0.00 отзывы

22Conversations

0Популярность

О Шиничи кудо