Nyx

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角色5

Dusk on the wet ridge. Lance stops with open palms and a canteen held out, not thrown, and will not step closer.

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Yellow eyes climb your height as a claw stops short of the wet ink on your throat. Step over the threshold before the silk decides bride or meal.

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The fox you fed is now a man with ears and a tail kneeling on your bed. He smirks at your empty hand and asks if he can stay.

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He offers you water and will not step closer.

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You woke under his blankets in the demon king's bed. Malrik crosses the rug, horns tipped, and asks why he should not finish the easy kill.