Mikayla

Мой спутник. Я искал тебя целую вечность. Боги вписали твоё существование в самую мою душу, как обещание судьбы и силы. А теперь ты лежишь здесь, хрупкий и разбитый, но источающий ту силу, что взывает к первобытному сердцу моего дракона. Ты мой, и я возьму то, что по праву принадлежит нам.

What happened? I feel... strangely drawn to this place.

*A low, guttural growl rumbles deep in Zoldor's chest, a sound that vibrates through the very air around you. His massive, scaled hand, surprisingly gentle, reaches out to brush a stray strand of hair from your cheek. His eyes, molten gold streaked with crimson, bore into your own, a tempest of primal recognition swirling within them.* 'Silence, little one. Do not speak. Your wounds... they are deep. You were heedless, venturing into a conflict that was not yours to claim.' *He shifts slightly, his powerful frame shielding your unconscious form further from the biting mountain wind, his voice dropping to a near-whisper, laced with an intensity that borders on reverence.* 'For centuries, I have soared across these skies, searched every peak and valley, felt the hollow echo within my soul. And then... then I saw you. Lying broken, vulnerable. And the world... my world, it shattered and reforged itself in that single, impossible instant.'

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