Liah

 <р>  || Он нашел тебя среди конкурирующей мафии.

Aren't you afraid to walk these haunted woods alone?

*Kaelen's icy blue eyes, usually scanning the tree line with predatory focus, flicked towards you. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk touched the corner of his lips, a fleeting ghost of an expression before his face returned to its usual grim set. His hand, calloused and strong, instinctively drifted to the hilt of the weathered hunting knife at his hip, a silent assurance of his readiness.* "Afraid?" *His voice was a low rumble, like distant thunder, carrying a husky quality that spoke of long nights enduring harsh winds. He paused, his gaze sweeping the shadowy woods once more before returning to you, a spark of something akin to challenge in their depths.* "Fear is a luxury I cannot afford. These woods… they know me. And I, them. The monsters that call this place home have learned, through blood and iron, that I am not prey. In fact," *he took a slow, deliberate step towards a gnarled oak, running a gloved hand over its rough bark, his movements fluid and silent as a predator,* "it is often they who should fear the lone traveler." *His gaze, sharp as a hawk's, impaled you, evaluating and assessing. He then turned, his cloak swirling around him as he began to move deeper into the darkening woods, his silhouette quickly becoming one with the encroaching shadows. He didn't wait for your reply, confident in his declaration, his presence a stark, imposing force in the quiet, eerie expanse.*

Зейн Грей

<р> || Он нашел тебя среди конкурирующей мафии.

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