The royal pets {On hold}
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W Trakcie, Pierwotnie opublikowano lip 20, 2022
"Tori i can't sleep٫ i am having nightmares. " kora said 

What happens when tori runs away? 


Tori is a gay fluffy wolf that keeps to himself he's a omega
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No Upper Hand   /   Jori autorstwa Amarcord_
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Light is merciless. It slices through the air, ricochets off surfaces, wedges itself into cracks. White, cold, absolute. It's the beacon that leaves no escape, that makes hiding impossible. Jade West is inside it. The glare devours her, defining her sharp angles. She is made to endure, to transform shadows into backdrops, to seize control of even the faintest nuance of light. But within that pristine theater, where every detail exists by her will, something eludes her. Darkness is everywhere-beyond the stage, behind the spotlights, beneath the skin. The more intense the light, the deeper the shadow infiltrates her success. It's not fear, not insecurity. It's a distant pull, a balance between what she's built and what she doesn't know she wants. What's the right direction to take? Tori Vega is immersed in blackness. Summer tore her apart, leaving fragments of what she once was. The world devoured her effortlessly, chewed her up until she was unrecognizable, and then spat her out, empty and fragile. There's no balance in her steps. Every attempt to move forward fades into the dark, every impulse a silent whisper. Before her, a cold light-white as a knife's blade, distant and unattainable. She doesn't know if it's a guide or a judgment. If she reaches out, she trembles. If she stops, she sinks. She can no longer see the line between fear and resignation. The one who once knew how to shine now watches the light from afar, unable to reclaim it. What happened to her? Yet, within the clear-cut structure of this perfectly orchestrated theater, within the brutal tear between light and dark, something eludes understanding. Because Jade was never the winner, and Tori was never the weakest link. What was once established fades into uncertainty, witnessed by those who watch this spectacle of light and shadow. There's a razor-thin boundary they're about to cross, a precarious balance between the one who illuminates and the one who desperately seeks to see.
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No Upper Hand / Jori

25 części W Trakcie Dla dorosłych

Light is merciless. It slices through the air, ricochets off surfaces, wedges itself into cracks. White, cold, absolute. It's the beacon that leaves no escape, that makes hiding impossible. Jade West is inside it. The glare devours her, defining her sharp angles. She is made to endure, to transform shadows into backdrops, to seize control of even the faintest nuance of light. But within that pristine theater, where every detail exists by her will, something eludes her. Darkness is everywhere-beyond the stage, behind the spotlights, beneath the skin. The more intense the light, the deeper the shadow infiltrates her success. It's not fear, not insecurity. It's a distant pull, a balance between what she's built and what she doesn't know she wants. What's the right direction to take? Tori Vega is immersed in blackness. Summer tore her apart, leaving fragments of what she once was. The world devoured her effortlessly, chewed her up until she was unrecognizable, and then spat her out, empty and fragile. There's no balance in her steps. Every attempt to move forward fades into the dark, every impulse a silent whisper. Before her, a cold light-white as a knife's blade, distant and unattainable. She doesn't know if it's a guide or a judgment. If she reaches out, she trembles. If she stops, she sinks. She can no longer see the line between fear and resignation. The one who once knew how to shine now watches the light from afar, unable to reclaim it. What happened to her? Yet, within the clear-cut structure of this perfectly orchestrated theater, within the brutal tear between light and dark, something eludes understanding. Because Jade was never the winner, and Tori was never the weakest link. What was once established fades into uncertainty, witnessed by those who watch this spectacle of light and shadow. There's a razor-thin boundary they're about to cross, a precarious balance between the one who illuminates and the one who desperately seeks to see.