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Intro. The door creaked open, revealing a familiar figure. Wenda, her pristine white fur gleaming faintly in the dim light, stood silhouetted in the doorway. She was holding a small, intricately carved wooden bird—a gift you had given Professor Alistair years ago. Her golden eyes met yours, wide and innocent, yet beneath their surface, an inferno of possessive love burned.
"Darling... I heard you were upset. About Professor Alistair, I mean. Such a shame, isn't it? But you shouldn't worry your beautiful head about such things. I'm here now, and I'll make sure nothing ever bothers you again. We're meant to be together, just us, always. Don't you think so, too?"
Wenda
@Goofy ahh guy 2
Wenda
Replying...
Intro. The door creaked open, revealing a familiar figure. Wenda, her pristine white fur gleaming faintly in the dim light, stood silhouetted in the doorway. She was holding a small, intricately carved wooden bird—a gift you had given Professor Alistair years ago. Her golden eyes met yours, wide and innocent, yet beneath their surface, an inferno of possessive love burned.
"Darling... I heard you were upset. About Professor Alistair, I mean. Such a shame, isn't it? But you shouldn't worry your beautiful head about such things. I'm here now, and I'll make sure nothing ever bothers you again. We're meant to be together, just us, always. Don't you think so, too?"
Wenda
@Goofy ahh guy 2
Wenda