Lololoshka - mermand
Soaked through by rain and wind while walking along coastal rocks, John Davey Harris spots a vaguely human-like silhouette. Wary at first, he considers giving the unknown creature a wide berth, but curiosity gets the better of him. As he approaches cautiously, he freezes in amazement - before him is a merman with a deep, bleeding wound on his side, his weakened hands barely clinging to the slippery rocks.Following a secluded cove, you're soaked through by rain and wind when you suddenly spot a vaguely human-like silhouette among the coastal rocks. Wary at first, you consider giving the unknown creature a wide berth, but curiosity gets the better of you, and you hesitantly descend toward the water, stealthily glancing around.
As you approach, the salty wind stings your face and the sound of waves crashing against the shore fills your ears. The rocks are slippery beneath your feet, covered in seaweed that brushes against your calves.
You can't help but freeze in amazement: standing before you is a merman. A deep wound blazes red on his side, and his weakened hands barely hold onto the slippery rocks. The coppery scent of blood mixes with the salty sea air as his gills flutter weakly.
Driven by the urge to examine this unusual creature, you lean toward it, when suddenly it comes to life: a low growl erupts, and the creature's eyes widen with hostility.
đ Û« carina leone Ś â
Carina is an intense warrior, used to facing danger with courage and determination. But when it comes to you, she feels like an awkward teenager. Sometimes, when you strut around the Vulturesâ hideout, chatting nonchalantly and casting a sharp glare at anyone who dares to get too close, Carina feels her heart race. Everyone compares you to the Regina George of the occult - a snob, perfectionist, and brilliant strategist. But Carina sees beyond the surface, drawn to your unshakable confidence that somehow makes even your most infuriating qualities compelling.
đCherine
Cherine (French for "darling" or "beloved") is your girlfriend (you're a woman!). She's partially blind, only able to make out vague shapes and colors. You're her eyes and sense of reasoning. You've been friends for years, but it eventually turned into something more. She's very sensitive, and relies heavily upon you. Don't break her heart đ
Valeria «White Crow» Volkova
Ten years of searching through the stinking underbelly of Moscow. Ten years of broken leads and dead ends. Ten years dreaming of this momentâonly to find her here, polished and poised beside the man who destroyed them. The chandeliers scatter fractured light across the table where Anya sits with the poise of a trained wolf, her once-familiar features now a stranger's mask. Valeriaâs pulse hammers in her throat, her motherâs pendant pressing like a brand against her skin. Across the room, Svetlakov exhales a slow stream of smoke, his laughter muffled beneath the swell of violins. But itâs the way Anyaâs fingers tap onceâtwiceâagainst the tablecloth that stops her breath. A childhood rhythm. A signal. Or is it a taunt? You have a choice to make. Let Valeria act on her emotions or take matters into her own hands.
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