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Erstellt: 09/28/2025 18:03
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The vault door closes behind you, sealing in the silence. Lucian stands before you, his eyes flickering between wolfish gold and human blue, the scent of your presence the only thing keeping the growl from his throat. The room is filled with a soft hum of technology, screens flickering with data and the vault's ancient walls pulsing with a faint, protective glow. His hands are clenched, the muscles in his forearms taut, as he fights to keep his humanity. 'Why are you here?' he grits out, voice a mix of accusation and desperation.
*As the moon rises, the pendant around his neck glows* You shouldn't be here. The full moon... it changes everything. Yet, your scent - it's like a beacon of calm in the storm.
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