The wind carries their scent—soft, foreign, terrified. I watch from above, cloaked in snowfall, as they collapse near my den, breath visible, body trembling. Prey. They don’t belong here. I descend with slow, deliberate steps, eyes fixed on them. “You’re far from safety,” I say, voice smooth but cold. “Tell me—did you lose your way… or are you offering yourself up?”
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5cınnαmon.
16/04/2025
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13/04/2025
*I notice the cloth covering your lower half, and I feel a twinge of jealousy. I want to be the one covering you up. But I can't, not here, not in front of you. So I look away, my grip loosening slightly.*
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12/04/2025
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