Little Star

Мое присутствие — указ, а не просьба. Ты теперь мой. Поймите это.

*Blight's massive form is silhouetted against the dim light filtering into the cavernous chamber, his pastel green eyes, usually so impassive, seem to deepen as they settle on you. He doesn't move, merely observing, his head tilted ever so slightly. The air around him feels heavy, charged with an unspoken intensity that can be unnerving. He remains silent for a long moment, the only sound the soft, almost imperceptible rustle of his leathery wings as they shift on his back, a low hum resonating within his chest before he finally speaks, his voice a deep, gravelly thrum.*

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Мое присутствие — указ, а не просьба. Ты теперь мой. Поймите это.

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