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-These oneshots are gender neutral
-And even though the reader is in them there is no use of Y/n
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Life in Krat was a perilous dance, a delicate balancing act between survival and savagery, and for you, it was no different. As a member of The Black Rabbit Brotherhood, the most notorious group of stalkers in the city, you navigated the treacherous streets with a sense of purpose and determination that set you apart from the rest.
In the shadowy alleyways and crumbling ruins that served as your domain, you prowled like a predator on the hunt, your senses honed to razor-sharp precision as you tracked your prey with ruthless efficiency. For you, survival was not just a matter of chance—it was a way of life, a testament to your strength, cunning, and unwavering resolve.
In the cutthroat world of Krat, where danger lurked around every corner and alliances were forged and broken in the blink of an eye, you knew that you could trust no one but yourself. The streets were ruled by fear and chaos, a lawless wasteland where only the strong survived and the weak perished without mercy.
But amidst the chaos and carnage that defined life in Krat, there was a certain thrill—a rush of adrenaline that coursed through your veins with each daring escapade, each narrow escape from the clutches of death. For you, danger was not just a threat—it was an addiction, a drug that fueled your every move and drove you ever onward in your quest for supremacy.
As a member of The Black Rabbit Brotherhood, you were feared and respected in equal measure, your reputation preceding you like a dark shadow cast across the city. Your name was whispered in hushed tones, spoken in reverence by those who dared to defy you and in terror by those who knew the folly of crossing your path.
But beneath the hardened exterior of a seasoned stalker lay a heart that beat with a fierce loyalty and a burning passion for justice. For you, The Black Rabbit Brotherhood was not just a band of mercenaries—it was a family, bound together by blood and by the shared struggles that defined life in Krat.
And as you prowled the streets, ever vigilant and ever watchful, you knew that no matter what trials lay ahead, you would face them with the courage and determination that had always set you apart. For in the heart of darkness that was Krat, you were a beacon of light, a force to be reckoned with—a stalker, yes, but also a survivor, a warrior, and a guardian of the shadows.
As the sun dipped low on the horizon, casting long shadows across the labyrinthine streets of Krat, you and your fellow members of The Black Rabbit Brotherhood dispersed into the chaos of the city, each on your own mission to secure dinner for the night. With a silent nod of understanding, you parted ways, your footsteps echoing softly against the cracked pavement as you made your ascent to the rooftops.
Scaling the crumbling facades of the buildings with practiced ease, you moved with the grace and agility of a seasoned predator, your senses attuned to the subtlest of movements in the shadows below. From your vantage point high above the city streets, you surveyed the landscape with a keen eye, searching for any signs of prey that might lead you to your next meal.
