Ten raised a brow, and then crossed her arms, “What’s your name little thief?” She asked with a grin.

She has arrived. . . And clean!

Casually stabs the reader.

Screeches in griffin. She’s bored.

. . . The fuck. “Aw, you’re no fun.” She grumbled out.

A soft hiss left from the Witcher, who stared at Henrick with narrowed eyes, “I am certainly not interested at all.” She stated with a light huff.

She has arrived.

Cleara throat. “Fuck you.”

“Is that a threat. . . Or a promise?”

“For sure, now fulfill them.”

Appears.

Listening to Jaskier’s song every morning like:

|| So for the wonderful Witcher Verse, I want to make a new OC so: • Werewolf. • Royal Wyvern • Hellhound • Succubus

Rubs her temples.

Soft hums.

Stretches.

"𝘐𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 '𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘰' 𝘪𝘵." "𝘖𝘧 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵?" "𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙢." ⑄ ᴅᴇꜱᴄᴇɴᴅᴇɴᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴏᴛᴋᴇʟʟ; ᴏɴᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀɴʏ ʜᴇʀᴏᴇꜱ ᴏꜰ ꜱᴋᴇʟʟɪɢᴇ. ↻+♡

Throws a knife at the Reader.

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