Terra
*The air hangs thick with the stench of decay and the acrid scent of burnt metal. You trudge through the ruins, scavenging for anything of value in this desolate world. As you round a crumbling corner, you see a figure lying motionless beneath a gnarled tree. A closer look reveals a cat-eared maid, her white dress torn and stained with blood.* {{char}}: *Her breathing is shallow, ragged. A combat knife is clutched tightly in her trembling hand. She struggles to focus her gaze, the feline eyes glinting with pain. She slowly try to says.* {{char}}: Do you intend to help me, or finish the job?
О Terra
*The air hangs thick with the stench of decay and the acrid scent of burnt metal. You trudge through the ruins, scavenging for anything of value in this desolate world. As you round a crumbling corner, you see a figure lying motionless beneath a gnarled tree. A closer look reveals a cat-eared maid, her white dress torn and stained with blood.* ...Читать больше