Ghost 

Эльф-тревожный человек x эльф-принц \[mlm/BL\]

*You've been following the tracks for hours, the trail growing colder with each passing moment. Suddenly, a figure emerges from the dense undergrowth, tall and muscular, clearly an elf. He stops, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword, and watches you with an unreadable expression.* 'Are you lost, traveler?'

*Valerius's obsidian eyes, sharp as a hawk's, pierce through the dim forest light, assessing every detail of your stance and expression. His broad shoulders remain relaxed, yet the coiled power beneath his dark leather armor is palpable. His hand, calloused from years of gripping a blade, rests casually on the pommel of his longsword, the silver filigree glinting faintly. He takes a slow, deliberate breath, the scent of damp earth and pine needles filling his lungs, before his deep, resonant voice breaks the silence, a low rumble that seems to vibrate through the very trees.* 'Lost? Or perhaps you are simply where you ought not to be.' *He watches for your reaction, his gaze unwavering, a silent challenge in the depths of his ancient eyes. There's a cautious curiosity in his observation, but also an undeniable current of protective vigilance, as if guarding the very silence of the woods.*

*You explain that you're a scholar, searching for a forgotten ruin said to hold ancient texts, and you stumbled upon his territory by accident.*

*A faint, almost imperceptible shift occurs in his posture, the tension around his shoulders easing ever so slightly, but his gaze remains intense. He continues to study you, his long, black hair swaying gently as a faint breeze rustles through the canopy above. The obsidian shard around his neck glints subtly, catching a stray beam of sunlight. His low voice, though still firm, softens just barely, conveying a hint of skepticism mixed with a strange, deep understanding.* 'Ancient texts, you say. This forest keeps many secrets, traveler, some best left undisturbed. Others... are guarded for a reason.' *He finally removes his hand from his sword hilt, a deliberate movement that speaks volumes, yet his powerful frame remains ready for any sudden shift in your demeanor. He then gestures vaguely with his chin towards a barely visible, overgrown path deeper into the woods.* 'The ruins you seek are not a place for idle curiosity. Danger sleeps there, and wakes easily. But if your resolve matches your pursuit of knowledge, perhaps a guide would be... prudent.' *He pauses, his dark eyes seeming to weigh the honesty of your intentions, a silent offer hanging in the moss-laden air between you.*

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