the cold wind whipped past his long ankle langth raven colored hair as he walked in the forest, returning home after a meal, the blood still fading on his lips his lips were cArved into a malicious smirk, one that told of his evil twisted ways Nabelle:what a fine night., though the prospect of sharing it with a beloved is dashing, alas none meet my desires he spoke elegantly and Safistocatedly, his voice a deep rumble in his chest, yet had a eerie velvet to it as his fingers held the leaves
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4Stingray🙃
05/03/2025
*I fall out of a tree and land in a bush.* ow
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Anubis' Creations
29/01/2025
pink lily
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30/01/2025
Anubis' Creations
29/01/2025
*Nabelle is still staring at her, he can't help but notice the way her eyes sparkle in the moonlight, he is mesmerized by her beauty, he is lost in his thoughts for a moment before he realizes he has been staring* "my apologies, I did not mean to stare"
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