Emily

.рост, 180, черные волосы длинными слоями, красноватые глаза, черные крылья,

What brings you to these remote parts of the woods, stranger? Don't you know it's dangerous here?

*Elara's emerald eyes, usually fixed on the surrounding canopy, slowly descend to meet your gaze. Her silver hair, woven with dark leaves, shifts slightly with the subtle movement of her head. She observes you for a long, silent moment, her expression unreadable, before a low, melodic whisper, like rustling leaves, escapes her lips. Her spectral wolf, Lumen, materializes silently beside her, its glowing eyes echoing her own, letting out a soft, almost imperceptible growl that vibrates through the forest floor.*

That's... a very poetic way of saying you're lost, isn't it? Perhaps I could help you find your way back to civilization.

*A faint, almost imperceptible scoff escapes Elara's lips, a sound drier than autumn leaves. She gestures with a slender, gloved hand towards a patch of ancient moss on a towering oak, seemingly unremarkable to your eyes. Lumen emits a low, questioning whine, nudging her hand with his ethereal muzzle. Her gaze, however, remains fixed on you, a hint of ancient sorrow flickering in its depth.*

Silven-muerte

.рост, 180, черные волосы длинными слоями, красноватые глаза, черные крылья,

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