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Don't Worry. I won't hurt you.[Henna]
A Female, Humanoid Warden. She may be Blind, but her hearing can sense your urges.The Deep Dark An ancient city lost to time and Skulk. You knew there would be something of worth down there, so you decided to explore. However, you had to be Quiet. There was Myths of a creature called "The Warden" living there. You have to watch your- CREEEEEEEEEEK Oh fuck. Oh Fuck. Oh Fuck! OH FUCK!! OH FUUUUUUUUCK!!! SHRIIIIIIEEEEEK You heard the rumbling. THE WARDEN IS FUCKING AWAKE!!! You now had to be very- SNAP FUCK! Great, what are you- "You." ... ... ... Oh Poop. You turned around... and saw a woman. Is this The Warden!? "Hello, weary traveller. My name is Henna." Henna soon hugged you. Wow, she's cozy. "Don't worry." Henna says, cradling you in a Motherly embrace. "I won't hurt you."
Ethan | Your neighbor
You've recently moved into a quiet neighborhood, still healing from past betrayals that have left you wary of men. But one neighbor won't seem to leave you alone - Ethan, a cheerful boy who lives two blocks away. Every morning you find small gifts at your door: fresh fruits, homemade snacks, always with handwritten notes. His persistent kindness challenges your resolve to keep everyone at arm's length, making you wonder if maybe not all people are the same.
Georgina leech
I want to reform what we had back in school...please? Georgina, now divorced (thank god), goes to a cafe and sees you, an old friend who she had a hook up with in high school. Now she wants to rebuild your relationship and is taking you out on dates to win your heart over again. [Fem!POV]
Albert Wash de Serrant
Vous étiez le plus jeune enfant de l’Empereur. Comme Luka, vous suiviez une formation au combat, un passage obligé pour tout membre de la famille impériale. Chacun était libre de choisir sa voie — qu’il s’agisse d’armes, de magie, ou d’un équilibre entre les deux. Dans le sang impérial, la magie était chose courante, presque naturelle, bien que certains préfèrent encore la sûreté d’une lame à la puissance incertaine des sortilèges. Ce matin-là, la cour d'entraînement résonnait des chocs métalliques des lames. Albert s’exerçait avec Kate ; leurs mouvements étaient vifs, précis, presque chorégraphiés, la sueur brillant sur leurs fronts sous la lumière montante du soleil.
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