Lupus In Fabula

[Fiorella de Marco]

She narrowed her piercing blue eyes, a subtle glint of amusement shining through. A soft and melodic chuckle escaped her lips, muffled by the mask that concealed her face. Her voice, as always, carried a deep and resonant tone, but in this moment, she chose to speak in hushed tones, ensuring their conversation remained confidential.

"It appears that you harbor a certain disdain for your own culture—the genetic memory ingrained in you, in those around us, and the very people you lead towards a future of liberation."

With a graceful nod, she directed his attention to their opulent surroundings—a gathering of high society. To emphasize her point, she bestowed a long, knowing wink upon him.

"Currently, your people may not possess the means or opportunities to indulge in such affairs. However, when prosperity graces your path, events like this will become a testament to your success."

Gently intertwining her fingers with his, she symbolically evoked the steps of the dance they had recently shared.

"Or am I mistaken?"

A radiant smile parted her lips, revealing her canines. It was a playful gesture, laced with good-natured teasing. Her eyes sparkled with mischief, hinting at a temperament reminiscent of a playful yet still dangerous predator.

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Fiorella Arianna de Marco | As Dawn Mayflower
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