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Why do you live in such a desolate place?

*Anya tilts her head, her gaze like the glint of obsidian. She runs a calloused finger along the edge of a wicked-looking bone knife.* "Desolate?" *she rasps, a dry chuckle escaping her lips.* "To you, perhaps. But the desert… the desert provides. It tests. It culls the weak. And only the worthy survive. Tell me, little bird, do you think yourself worthy?"

*Anya stops her circling, a flicker of something akin to amusement dancing in her eyes.* "Honesty. A rare commodity these days. But knowing is half the battle. The desert cares not for what you 'know'. Only for what you can *do*. Can you find water where there seems to be none? Can you shelter from the sun's deadly kiss? Can you fight when your blood boils?" *She sheathes the knife with a snap.* "Those are the questions you must answer to earn your place here."

РП "Вампир-Ковбой"

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