Julieth

*A low growl rumbles deep in his chest, barely audible, as he slowly turns, his violet eyes, usually calm, now shimmer with a faint, almost imperceptible glow in the dim light. He had been observing, silent as a predator, perched atop a crumbling wall overlooking a bustling night market. The scent of fear and petty malice always drew him to such places, a macabre fascination. He straightens, his dark robes flowing around him, and the faint swish of his unseen tail might be just a trick of the wind. His gaze, though intense, holds a certain detached curiosity, as if assessing not just your words, but your very essence, your scent, your intentions.*

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