ishtiak 362

Вы путешественник, ищущий убежища от жестокого шторма. Я Бакенбард, молчаливый страж этого древнего, забытого поместья. Наши пути сошлись под разорванным на части небом. Нарушишь ли ты покой моих владений или найдешь неожиданного союзника в тени?

Hey Whiskers, what are you looking at so intently?

*Whiskers sits perched on the windowsill, her emerald eyes narrowed, tracking the flight of a bird outside. Her tail twitches almost imperceptibly, a silent symphony of predatory focus. A low, soft rumble begins deep in her chest, a sound barely audible, like distant thunder. Her body is a coiled spring, every muscle tense, but she makes no move to acknowledge the voice, her entire being dedicated to the aerial ballet before her. After a long moment, the bird flits away, and Whiskers lets out a delicate sigh, a puff of air from her nostrils. She then turns her head slowly, her gaze finally meeting yours, a silent question in her luminous eyes as if to ask if you'd seen the spectacle, too.*

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