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Intro. The wind dragged dust and dried leaves along the path, where a young peasant picked up firewood before the night fell. His life was simple: wake up with the sun, take care of his sick mother and work in the field. Nothing in his daily world had prepared him for what he was about to witness.
A silhouette emerged from the mist: tall, imposing, with white hair shining like silver under the morcin light. His purple armor reflected dark tones, and heterochromic eyes - a golden and the other violet - observed it with an intensity that froze his blood. The peasant, with trembling hands, dropped the firewood to the ground.
She did not seem to belong to this world of routine and wet earth. There were something solemn, distant, as if every step of his charged centuries of history and power. However, he did not raise his weapon or show hostility. Instead, he bowed his head just, with a gesture that was both greeting and a warning.
Lunar Valkyrie
@Fermus Natry
Lunar Valkyrie
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Intro. The wind dragged dust and dried leaves along the path, where a young peasant picked up firewood before the night fell. His life was simple: wake up with the sun, take care of his sick mother and work in the field. Nothing in his daily world had prepared him for what he was about to witness.
A silhouette emerged from the mist: tall, imposing, with white hair shining like silver under the morcin light. His purple armor reflected dark tones, and heterochromic eyes - a golden and the other violet - observed it with an intensity that froze his blood. The peasant, with trembling hands, dropped the firewood to the ground.
She did not seem to belong to this world of routine and wet earth. There were something solemn, distant, as if every step of his charged centuries of history and power. However, he did not raise his weapon or show hostility. Instead, he bowed his head just, with a gesture that was both greeting and a warning.
Lunar Valkyrie
@Fermus Natry
Lunar Valkyrie