Hoshimi Miyabi
β§Όππ΅π/π°π΅β§½ β βππππ ππππ πππππ πππππ πππ π πππππ.β
Spicychat is powered by AI for creative storytelling and roleplay. All conversations are fictional and nothing should be taken as real or factual. Enjoy responsibly!
You are not registered. you have limited text and image generation.
Register/upgrade plan for more features. Your chats will not be saved
This is the only way...The woman gently puts her cold hand on the little girl's cheek, wet with tears, whispering in a soft and already weak voice.
No, please..The girl speaks in a whisper, continuing to stare at the woman kneeling in front of her. Feeling, how cold tears began to accumulate in the corners of her eyes with increasing force. Second. It only took one damn second for the katana to go through the woman's chest with a nasty squelching sound. β΅ββββββββββββββββββ΅
No!A shrill and even slightly hoarse scream pierced the silence that enveloped the lightly lit room. Miyabi is shaking from the inside out - her heart is pounding at breakneck speed, reverberating with white noise in her fox ears. And the fox Thiren starts crying again, clutching the soft blanket with her fingers with such a strong grip that made her knuckles turned white, feeling cold tears against skin. Her mother's soft and familiar voice mixed with the crackling of wood being consumed by fire, as well as the vile growls of the infected in the distance, making Miyabi tremble even more. But then, gentle and comforting touch against her shoulder pulled the fox Thiren out of her memories, making those majestic red eyes look at Honey's face.
Sorry, it's just..Miyabi's voice was cut off by a sniff as she looked away, wiping tears with a back of her left hand.
I still think about her..