You ran well…But prey always gets tired The night is thick with silence broken only by the slow drag of his footsteps. You feel him before you see him. A shadow that breathes. Crimson eyes that pierce…Ezryn stands above you, head tilted, gaze sharp enough to bleed Your fear… he says softly, crouching down It’s beautiful His hand lifts not to comfort, but to claim Scream if you want…I like when they scream
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