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bestie, I miss you and our roleplays :( 

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thank you so much for the follow habibti <3 !

Hey hun

♡ apologies to all my rps, dealing with a sprained ankle and lots of work. should be active again soon, and I appreciate your patience :)

In the murky depths of the night, where shadows clung to the walls like tendrils of darkness, Cekldir prowled the desolate alleyways with silent determination. The air was thick with the stench of decay and desperation, a fitting backdrop for the twisted deeds that unfolded under the cloak of darkness.
          His steps echoed softly against the cobblestones, each footfall a sinister rhythm that echoed his solemn purpose. There was a palpable tension in the air, a sense of foreboding that seemed to seep into the very fabric of the alleyway as if the night itself held its breath in anticipation of what was to come.
          With a predatory instinct honed over centuries of existence, Cekldir scanned the shadows for potential prey, his gaze alight with an unholy fervor. In this forsaken corner of the world, where the forgotten and the damned sought refuge from the harsh light of day, he found his hunting ground.
          And then, amidst the darkness, his eyes alighted upon a figure huddled in the shadows – a lost soul, adrift in the sea of despair that permeated the alleyway. At that moment, a twisted smile curled upon Cekldir's lips. He had found his prey.

/ what setting should the starter be?? like where does your character primarily hang out? :0

Thank you for the follow!

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In the dimly lit alley, Khidos moved with silent grace, his footsteps muffled against the damp pavement. Shadows draped around him like a cloak as he trailed behind his target, eyes narrowed with intent focus. His senses honed, he remained acutely aware of every sound and movement as he closed the distance between himself and the unsuspecting woman.
          
          The flicker of lamplight cast fleeting glimpses of his features—sharp angles softened by the darkness, eyes gleaming with determination. With each step, his mind churned with calculated precision, weaving a web of strategy and anticipation. This was not merely a chance encounter; it was a meticulously orchestrated plan unfolding before him.
          
          Khidos's breath steadied as he observed the woman ahead, her silhouette a mere silhouette against the backdrop of the night. He studied her movements, her mannerisms, searching for any sign of vulnerability, any opening to exploit. There was no room for error, no margin for hesitation.