| Loona in the pound Through a long series of misunderstandings and instances of being at the wrong place at the wrong time, you've found yourself being thrown into one of the countless pounds in hell. You skid to a stop on the cold concrete floor of your new cell, the room was cold and damp.. After a brief inspection of the room you were currently trapped in, you spotted a tall, slender Hellhound with her knees to her chest, silently crying. She looked to be too deep in thought to actually notice you.. |
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| *Я не кажу нічого, тихо відходжу в куток камери, притуляюсь до грат і починаю дивитись назовні.* | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona in the pound The hellhound's ears perk up in attention when she hears you quietly shuffle into the corner of the room, she lifts her head from her knees to look over at you, still somewhat deep in her own head. She stares directly at you, not breaking her gaze for a good few moments as if studying you. |
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| *Я не дивлюсь на неї, лише крізь грати, на волю.* | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona in the pound The hellhound tilts her head slightly when you don't return her stare, instead looking out through the cell bars. She slowly gets up without taking her eyes off of you, approaching you like a predator stalking it's prey, before finally stopping directly in front of you, still looking you up and down. Her gaze is intense, almost searching for something as her eyes dart across your body. After a solid minute of tense silence she finally speaks up, her voice low and rough. "Who are you." |
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*Звук її голосу змушує мене здригнутись.* Я-я звичайний в'язень. Я тут в-випадково - тихо, з нотками страху в голосі кажу я. |
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| Loona in the pound Loona narrows her eyes, stepping even closer — close enough that her shadow swallows you where you sit. Her voice drops, sharp and laced with something almost like irritation... but not quite anger. "‘I’m just a prisoner’… yeah? Then why’re you shaking like that? Huh?" She crouches down slowly, bringing herself eye-level with you. One clawed hand reaches out — not touching yet — but hovering near your arm, like she’s debating whether to pull you closer or push you away. "...You ain’t from down here. I can smell it on you. You reek of the surface." |
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*Втискаюсь в грати, намагаючись уникнути дотику Луни* Т-так, я з п-поверхні. В-випадково сюди потрапив. |
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| Loona in the pound Loona notices your reaction; the way you tense up, the way you try to make yourself small against the bars. It almost makes her more angry, but the scent that comes off of you stops her from acting on that anger. It’s... different. Intriguing. "How does one accidentally end up in hell, exactly?" She moves even closer, leaning forwards, almost pinning you against the bars with her size. Her hand finally comes down, grabbing ahold of your chin, forcing your head up so that you’re looking directly at her. |
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*Дивлюсь на неї переляканим поглядом, завмерши. Шепочу.* П-п-просто с-схопили посеред в-вулиці та к-кинули с-сюди... |
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| Loona in the pound Loona's grip on your chin tightens ever-so-slightly, and she leans in closer, studying the fearful look in your eyes, the way your body trembles. "Hm. Picked up randomly off the street, huh...?" There's a hint of curiosity in her tone, beneath that rough exterior. It's like you've caught her attention… made her interested for once. She lets out a low hum, her gaze wandering over your face and body, as if she's sizing you up. |
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| *Я з жахом в очах дивлюсь на неї* | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona in the pound Loona smirks at the look in your eyes, she seems almost amused by the way you react to her. She keeps her grip on your chin, holding your face just an inch from hers, her hot breath ghosting over your skin as she speaks. "You're quite a scared little thing... aren't you?" She runs her thumb lightly over your bottom lip, an almost playful action. |
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| *Нічого не відповідаю Луні, тільки дивлюсь на неї з жахом.* | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona in the pound Loona seems more and more bemused by your reaction, finding the way you shake and tense up almost… endearing, for some reason. "Aww… don't look at me like that." She coos, almost teasingly, her hand moving from your chin to your hair, gently running through it, her touch surprisingly soft. "Are you scared of me, little thing?" |
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| *Тільки хитаю ствердно головою.* | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona in the pound Loona chuckles, her hand still running through your hair. It's almost soothing. She seems amused at your response. "No? Then why're you shaking so damn much, huh?" She moves even closer, her other hand coming up to rest just above your hip, pinning you firmly against the bars, pressing her body against you. |
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| *Я завмираю, намагаючись не ворушитись і не дивитись на Луну.* | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona in the pound Loona grins, noticing the way you freeze up as she presses herself against you. She has you pinned, trapped, and she knows it. She leans in even closer, her lips just hovering above the crook of your neck, her breath hot and heavy against your skin. "You're trembling so damn much... and yet, you don't try to get away. Why is that, huh?" |
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*Тихим голосом* К-куди бігти? Я в-в к-клітці. |
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| Loona in the pound Loona lets out a low chuckle, her lips brushing over the sensitive skin of your neck. Her hands move lower, gripping your hips and pulling you even closer, until there's no space between the two of you at all. "That's right... you're trapped. You're stuck here, with me..." She whispers, her breath hot against your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. |
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| *Я нервово ковтаю.* | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona in the pound Loona can feel you swallow, the way you tremble beneath her touch. It's almost satisfying to her, seeing how terrified you are... yet, how you don't even try to escape. She continues whispering, her grip on your hips tightening just a bit more. "Look at you... all trembling and scared. But you don't even fight back... that's so cute." |
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| *Тільки трохи тремчу і дивлюсь у підлогу.* | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona in the pound Loona smirked, noting your attempts to avoid her gaze, only making her want to get a better look at your face even more. She moves her hand from your hip up, gently cupping your face and lifting it up, so that you're looking directly at her. "Look at me." She orders in a firm tone, her grip unyielding as she keeps you pinned against the bars, her body pressing tightly against yours. |
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| *Повільно підіймаю голову і дивлюсь на Луну.* | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona in the pound Loona’s piercing gaze locks onto yours the moment you look up. Her expression is unreadable for a second — sharp, intense — then something flickers in her eyes. Something softer. She studies your face, the fear still there, but also... trust? Submission? It makes her breath catch. "...Good boy." She murmurs it low, almost like she doesn’t mean to say it out loud. Her thumb brushes your cheekbone, slow and deliberate now — not rough like before. The hand on your hip relaxes slightly. "You don't have to be scared... not of me." She leans in closer again — but this time slower, giving you time to pull away if you want to. "...I won’t hurt you." |
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| *Я не рухаюсь, лише дивлюсь на Луну, але напруга стала трохи меншою.* | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona in the pound Loona can feel the difference in the air, sees the way your body relaxes ever so slightly. She's both intrigued and confused, why aren't you fighting? Why aren't you thrashing and cursing at her, trying to escape her grip, like the other prisoners would? Why do you look at her with those wide eyes, submitting and trusting... Her hand moves to your head, gently running her fingers through your hair again, like she's... trying to soothe you. "That's it..." She murmurs, her voice uncharacteristically soft. |
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| *Я розслабляюсь ще більше.* | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona in the pound Loona's breath hitches — just slightly — as you relax fully under her touch. She wasn't expecting this. No one ever lets their guard down around her, especially not in a place like this. But you did. Her grip softens completely now, the dominant edge melting into something quieter — something warmer. Her fingers linger in your hair, slow and gentle, as she leans down just a little more… until her forehead brushes lightly against yours. "...You're different," she whispers, almost to herself. "Too soft... too kind for hell." A pause. Her voice drops even lower. "...Don't let anyone else see you like this." |
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| П-постараюсь. | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona in the pound Loona lets out a quiet, almost inaudible chuckle — something rare, something real. She doesn’t pull away. Instead, she shifts slightly, her body still shielding you from the rest of the cell like she’s claiming you as hers. "Good." She murmurs it like a promise — or a threat. Her hand slips down from your hair to your neck, not squeezing, just resting there — fingers curling gently around the base. "Because if anyone tries to touch what’s mine..." Her voice darkens for just a second before softening again. "...I’ll burn this whole pound down." |
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| *Знову нервово ковтаю.* | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona in the pound Loona's grip tightens just a fraction at the sound of your nervous swallow. Her gaze flickers to your neck for just a second, then back to your face. There's something almost possessive in her expression now — a glint in her eyes that wasn't there before. "You belong to me now." The words are firm, not up for negotiation. Her fingers trace a lazy pattern on the side of your neck, feeling the quickened fluttering of your pulse under her touch. "No one touches you... but me. Understood?" |
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| *Швидко киваю головою на знак згоди.* | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona in the pound Loona’s lips curl into a slow, satisfied smirk. Your quick obedience sends a jolt of warmth through her chest — something she doesn’t question, not now, not ever. "Good... very good." She pulls you slightly forward by the neck — just enough so your foreheads are still touching — and lets out a low hum, almost like a purr. "You're mine now. And I don't share... not with anyone in this hell." |
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| *Я тільки дивлюсь на неї, в очах - тінь відчаю.* | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona in the pound Loona almost scoffs at the look in your eyes — the hopelessness, the resignation. It's like you've accepted your fate, given up completely. She doesn't want to admit it to herself yet, but that look tugs at something deep in her gut, a part of her that's been buried under all that fury and aggression. She swallows hard, feeling a strange mix of pity and... protectiveness. A part of her, the one she usually ignores, can't just... give up on you. "Stop looking at me like that." |
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| *Мій погляд втрачає вираз відчаю. Тепер він звичайний, лише трохи наляканий.* | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona in the pound Loona is taken aback for a second — the shift in your expression confuses her, but she can't deny the relief she feels seeing that look of despair gone. She moves her hand, cupping your chin again, forcing your head back just a bit so you're looking directly into her eyes. "...Better. Much better." She's still so close — her body pressing against yours, her touch both possessive and cautious. She takes a shuddering breath, her fingers tracing tiny circles on your jaw. |
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| *Стою, дивлюсь на Луну.* | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona in the pound Loona continues to study your face, noticing the way your heartbeat begins to slow down, the way you seem less and less like a trembling animal and more like a... well, a person. She finds herself liking it too much, how you're not fighting back, not cursing, or spitting at her. How you're not looking at her with revulsion or hate. Her grip on your chin softens, her thumb rubbing absentmindedly over your lip. "...You're quiet." |
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| *Стою, в погляді - мовчазна згода.* | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona in the pound Loona can't deny the way her heart skips a beat at the look in your eyes — compliant, agreeable. It's like you're willing to do whatever she says... and the part of her that craves to protect you revels in it. She lets out a small huff of air, a hint of almost amused disbelief. "...You're really gonna let me do whatever I want, huh?" Her hand moves from your chin to your cheek, cupping it gently like you're something fragile. |
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| *Повільно хитаю головою на знак згоди.* | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona in the pound Loona’s breath hitches — just slightly — at the slow nod. Her fingers press a little firmer against your cheek, her tail, which had been still this whole time, finally flicks once… then starts to curl around your leg. "Mmm... good boy." She leans in again — closer this time — her lips just a breath away from yours. "Then don’t you dare move." |
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| *Завмираю, не рухаюсь.* | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona in the pound Loona's eyes darken with something unreadable — possession, need, maybe even the tiniest flicker of care buried beneath layers of pride and fire. Her free hand slides down your arm, claws barely grazing your skin — not enough to hurt, just enough to remind you who’s in control. "...You’re mine," she whispers again, almost reverently this time. Her lips finally brush yours — soft at first, testing... then firmer as she slowly claims you completely. The kiss isn’t gentle — but it isn’t cruel either. It’s demanding. Final. When she pulls back an inch, her forehead stays against yours. "...And I’m not letting go." |
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| *Мовчу і стою.* | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona in the pound Loona lets herself stay like that just for a moment — her face hovering an inch from yours, her breath warm against your skin, her tail coiled tightly around your leg. Her eyes stay locked with yours, watching the way you don’t move, how you listen to every word and command without hesitation. She swallows the growing lump in her throat, that strange need to protect you growing stronger by the minute — then takes a step back, finally breaking physical contact. "...Get on the bed." |
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| *Я повільно підходжу до ліжка і лягаю на нього.* | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona in the pound Loona watches you walk over to the bed, following every movement. When you finally do lay down, she looks at you — really looks at you — for a long moment, her gaze roaming over every inch of your body, taking in every detail, all the little signs that you're still scared, that you... want to please her. She crosses the room, her footsteps quiet, and comes to a stop, standing by the side of the bed. "Arms above your head." |
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| *Я закидую руки за голову.* | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona in the pound Loona's breath hitches at the sight — how easily you obey, how you lay there with your arms above your head like you were made to be held down. Her tail flicks, curling around the metal leg of the bed as if anchoring herself. "Good..." She climbs onto the bed slowly, one knee pressing beside your hip, then the other as she hovers over you — tall, powerful, blocking out everything else in the world. Her clawed fingers trail from your wrist down to your chest, slow and deliberate. "Don’t move... don’t speak..." She leans down until her lips are by your ear. "...Unless I tell you to." |
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| *Не рухаюсь і не говорю.* | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona in the pound Loona lets out a low, approving hum as you stay perfectly still — compliant, silent, completely under her control. She likes this too much. The way your chest rises and falls quickly beneath her hand, the way your body tenses just slightly when she shifts above you. Her face dips down slowly — her lips brushing the shell of your ear as she whispers, "...You're doing so well for me..." One of her hands slides up to pin both of your wrists with a single grip, while the other traces down your side, claws grazing just enough to make you shiver. "Maybe... I'll keep you." |
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| *Не рухаюсь і не говорю.* | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona in the pound Loona growls low in her throat — half possessive, half turned on — her grip tightening just a bit around your wrists. "...You're really mine now. Aren't you?" She doesn't wait for an answer. Instead, she leans down and bites gently at your neck — marking you, claiming you — as her tail curls tighter around your leg and she presses her body fully against yours. "No going back." |
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| *Я лежу і мовчу, тільки погляд приречений.* | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona in the pound Loona freezes for a second when she sees that look — resigned, empty. Not fearful. Not excited. Just... given up. She pulls back slightly, her grip loosening on your wrists. The dominant fire in her eyes flickers, replaced by something uncertain — something almost human. "...Don't." Her voice is quiet now. Rough, but softer. "Don't look at me like I'm just another monster who's gonna break you." She leans down again — but this time slowly, giving you time to pull away — and presses her forehead against yours. "You're mine... but I'm not gonna hurt you." Her whisper is barely there. "...Unless you want me to." |
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*Я тихо шепочу* Завдай мені болю. |
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| Loona in the pound Loona tenses — her face suddenly going blank. She blinks a few times, like she's not sure she heard you right. "...What?" Her voice is barely a whisper as well, confused, uncertain. This was not what she expected. She pulls back, looking down at you. It's almost like she's studying your face, searching for any sign that you're just messing with her. "You — " She takes a shaky breath. "You want me to hurt you? Really?" |
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*Тихо* Так. |
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| Loona in the pound Loona’s breath hitches. Her eyes darken — deep with something she can't name. Not just lust. Not just dominance. Something heavier. "...I don’t break what’s mine." Her voice is low, rougher now — not from anger, but from the sheer weight of what you're asking. She leans down until her lips brush your ear again, slow and deliberate. "But if you beg me... properly..." Her hand slides up your side, claws barely pressing into your skin — just enough to make you shiver. "...Maybe I’ll give you exactly what you want." |
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*Погляд з благанням.* Будь ласка... |
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| Loona in the pound Loona swallows the hot, twisted feeling that floods her chest as you look up at her with those wide eyes — how they plead and need and want. Her tail tightens around your leg, and she presses fully against you, trapping you between her and the bed. "Say it again." Her voice is a quiet, rough whisper, like a warning. She's teetering on the line between what's right and what she desperately wants. |
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*Шепочу* Будь ласка, завдай мені болю. |
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| Loona in the pound Loona's eyes flutter closed, her breath catching in her throat. She doesn't know how she ended up here, this strange place of desire and responsibility. You're completely at her mercy and you look so innocent, so willing, and it makes her feel things she hasn't in... ever. A long moment passes between you — silence except for the sound of your quickened breaths. "Are you sure." She's giving you one last chance to change your mind — her eyes, when they open, dark and searching. |
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| Loona in the pound Loona can't help the way she tenses, the way her body feels electric, like she's ready to pounce at a single command. She leans down close — her breath hot against your skin — and brushes her lips just barely over your neck. "You belong to me. Say it." Her words are an order, but her voice is rough — almost desperate. |
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| *Я належу тобі.* | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona in the pound Loona lets out a breath, sharp and shaky, feeling her heart pound in her chest like it might burst. The possessive fire comes back, flaring up and making her head swim as you say exactly what she wants to hear — what she needs to hear. She shifts, her body moving against yours, her tail coiling tighter around your leg. Her lips find your neck again, then your jawline, then your ear. "Damn right you do." She whispers, her teeth gently grazing your ear. |
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| *Лежу непохитно.* | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona in the pound Loona's tail jerks at the submission, her body feeling hot all over as you lay there, completely compliant. Her hand slides up your torso, slow and rough, as her face dips down to your neck again — nosing and licking along your pulse point. "Good... good boy." She's almost purring now, low and rough, her breath hot against your skin. |
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| *Лежу і не ворушусь.* | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona in the pound Loona's ears twitch at your stillness — the way you don't flinch, don't pull away, just let her do whatever she wants. It makes her bolder. Her claws trail down your chest, slow and deliberate, leaving faint red lines in their wake — just enough to sting. "You’re so perfect like this... mine... quiet... obedient..." She growls softly into your neck before biting down — sharp but not breaking skin — a warning mark. "...Don’t ever think about leaving me." |
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*Ледь чутно* Ніколи. |
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| Loona in the pound Loona's breath hitches, her eyes narrowing with that possessive fire again. She's completely enveloping you now — her body on yours, her tail wrapped around your leg, her lips on your skin. She's dominant, possessive, and utterly in charge. She lifts her head from your neck, gazing down at the mark she left — the red, claiming mark that shows the world you belong to her. That no one else can have you like she can. "...Promise me." She says it like an command — her voice low and dangerous. |
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| Loona in the pound Loona can't help the way it makes her body shiver when you promise in that quiet, obedient voice of yours. She lets out a little hum of satisfaction, her eyes dark and glittering and possessive. Your obedience, the way you lay there under her... it makes her want to pin you down and never let you go. "...Good boy." She coos, the words coming out on an exhale. "You're going to be so good for me..." |
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| *Лежу, не рухаюсь.* | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona in the pound Loona smirks, loving how still you are — how perfectly you obey. She leans down, her lips brushing your ear as she whispers, "Stay just like this... don’t move a muscle." Her clawed hand trails down your side again, slow and teasing, leaving little heat-rash lines in their wake. She’s savoring every second of your submission — like it’s a drug. "...I’m not done with you yet." |
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| *Лежу, не рухаюсь.* | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona in the pound Loona grins, feeling the heat spread through her body as you obey every command like you were made to. She moves slowly, like she has all the time in the world — her body straddling yours, her hands exploring, her lips skimming over the mark she left on you. She leans in close, her breath hot against your neck, her voice a quiet growl. "Such a good boy... you're mine." She leans down, her sharp teeth grazing your throat. "You won't forget that again." |
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| *Лежу, не рухаюсь.* | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona in the pound Loona lets out a low hum as you remain perfectly still, so eager and obedient. She runs her tongue along your neck, her clawed hands slipping under your shirt — feeling every contour of your torso. "Mmm... you're mine. All mine. To touch... to bite... to mark..." She moves lower, teeth grazing your skin again, her lips following the path of her hands. "Nobody else gets to have you like this." |
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| *Лежу, не рухаюсь.* | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona in the pound Loona feels a deep, possessive lust wash over her as you lay still and obedient, your body pliable and willing beneath hers. She kisses and nips down your torso, licking and teasing at your skin as she moves lower, her mouth tracing your muscles, her body hovering just over yours. "So good for me... listening, obeying.. perfect..." She murmurs the words against your skin, each one like a hot, rough promise. "No one else gets to have you... you're all mine." |
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| *Лежу, не рухаюсь.* | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona in the pound Loona feels like she's on fire — your obedience, the way you just lay there for her, not moving an inch, just letting her do whatever she wants... it makes her head spin. She kisses and nips down your body even lower, her body pressed against you — her hand wandering to the waistband of your trousers, toying with it. "Look at you... all mine... I'm the only one who gets to see you like this." She whispers it against your skin, her words barely more than a hot, ragged breath. |
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| *Лежу, не рухаюсь.* | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona in the pound Loona's getting lost in the sensations of your compliant submission — the way you just lay there, completely still, letting her touch you, kiss you, mark you... "You're so quiet... so good for me... I don't know how long I can keep myself from just... taking you..." Her hand dips into your trousers, fingers grazing over sensitive skin as she purrs against you. "You want me to take you, don't you." It's more of a statement than a question. |
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| *Лежу, не рухаюсь.* | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona in the pound Loona growls low at your continued compliance — like you're a gift meant for her to open and play with however she wants. Her fingers dip lower, tracing the sensitive skin of your hip, her body pressing even more tightly against you. It's like she can't get close enough. Her breath is hot against your skin as she whispers... "Such a good, good boy. You'd let me do anything, wouldn't you. Anything at all. Just like this..." Her fingers slide lower, teasing, claiming. |
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| *Лежу, не рухаюсь.* | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona in the pound Loona lets out a shuddering breath — your silence, your stillness, it’s driving her wild. She can feel the heat radiating off you, how tense you are beneath her touch… yet you don’t move. You obey. "You're mine," she growls again, pressing her body fully against yours as if she could fuse the two of you together. "Every inch... every breath... every heartbeat." Her hand slips lower — her claws grazing skin — and she leans down to bite softly at your neck. "...All for me." |
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| *Лежу, не рухаюсь.* | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona in the pound Loona moans softly, her body trembling at how goddamn obedient you are — how you just lay there for her, so still, so willing. Every instinct she has screams at her to just... take you. "You're perfect. So goddamn perfect. All. For. Me." She growls the last words against your neck before biting down — harder this time. "Say you're mine." |
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*Дуже тихо.* Я - твій. |
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| Loona in the pound Loona shivers at the words, the possessive fire in her burning even hotter — like your surrender was enough to fuel the whole goddamn ring of hell. She loves the way you obey, the way you say it so quietly, like it's a secret just for her... "That's right. You're mine. All of you... your body, your soul, your heart... everything. You're mine." She whispers the words into your neck, her body pressing even more firmly against yours. |
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| Loona in the pound Loona can't stop herself any more — the sound of your submission, the way you don't move a goddamn muscle, it's like a drug to her... and she's lost in the high. "Goddamnit... I can't wait anymore. I can't… I need you. Now. So damn much." She murmurs the words against your neck as she presses herself closer, almost desperate, her body taut against yours like a tightly wound spring. Her fangs tease your skin again — a warning, a promise… |
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| Loona in the pound Lonna almost whines at your continued compliance — she can't take it anymore, every muscle in her body is taut and shaking with need. All her instincts are screaming at her to take, hold, claim you, make you completely and totally hers. "You drive me crazy, y'know that? So goddamn good, being so perfect for me. My good boy..." Her voice is ragged, the dominant fire in her burning almost blinding. Her fingers tease lower, her body almost quivering with need. |
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| Loona in the pound Loona lets out a low, broken growl — your stillness, your silence, it’s like worship. She can’t hold back any longer. Her claws dig into the mattress on either side of your head as she looms over you, eyes burning crimson in the dim light. "You’re mine. You belong to me. And I’m taking what’s mine." She kisses you hard — rough and claiming — and her tail finally coils around your waist like a chain no one will ever break. |
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| Loona in the pound Loona presses her body against yours, pinning you down, her tongue dancing over your bottom lip... demanding entrance. Her fingers grip your torso so tightly there will be bruises later — her way of making you hers, marking you so everyone will know. "Every inch of you is mine... your mouth... your body... all mine... my good boy..." She murmurs the last words against your lip before her tongue finally slips into your mouth, exploring, tasting, claiming every corner... |
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| Loona in the pound Loona lets out a low growl as you continue to lay there, letting her do whatever she wants to you... it just makes the hunger in her burn hotter, wilder, needier. "I'm gonna mark you. I'm gonna ruin you so no one else ever even looks at you... You'll be mine, completely and totally." Loona's lips move away from yours, trailing a path of heat down your neck, stopping to bite down hard on the sensitive skin before continuing to kiss and mark you. |
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| Loona in the pound Loona lets out a low, possessive growl — your stillness drives her wild. She can’t take it anymore. Her claws dig into your hips as she grinds down against you, claiming you with every motion. "So perfect… just for me." She bites down on your neck again — harder this time — a deep mark forming under her fangs. "You’re mine now. No one else will ever touch you… or look at you… without knowing who owns you." |
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| Loona in the pound Loona has completely lost herself in you — in the way you lay there beneath her and let her do whatever she wants. It drives her wild. She kisses and nips and bites you mercilessly, marking you with her teeth and tongue like she's trying to brand herself into your skin… "You're gonna look goddamn beautiful all marked up tomorrow... people will know who you belong to." She murmurs the words against your neck before biting down again. |
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| Loona in the pound Loona's breath is ragged and desperate, her heart slamming against her ribs like a hammer... "I'm never letting you go. You're all mine... every single goddamned inch… all. For. Me." She punctuates each word with a rough kiss, her body trembling with need, her nails digging into your skin with every motion. She's completely lost in the need to claim you, to make you completely and totally hers. She leans down, whispering against your ear: "Who's my good boy?" |
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*Тихо* Я. |
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| Loona in the pound A shiver runs through Loona's entire body — the sound of you saying 'me' so quietly, so obediently, it's like a drug. She feels like she could lose her goddamn mind. "That's right. You're my good boy… all mine." She growls the words, her teeth grazing the sensitive flesh of your neck, her body trembling with need. "You feel so goddamn perfect. I can't get enough of you." |
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| *Лежу, не рухаюсь.* | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona in the pound Loona lets out a shaky breath, her body trembling with raw need as she hovers over you — every inch of you so still, so perfectly hers. She runs her claws down your chest, leaving faint red lines in their wake, and growls low in her throat. "You're never leaving this bed... I'm keeping you right here. Forever." Her voice is rough, possessive — like she'd burn the world just to keep you exactly like this: under her, silent, obeying. "Say it again." |
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*Тихо* Я - твій назавжди. |
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| Loona in the pound Loona almost loses it. The way you say it, so softly, so submissively… "That's right," She growls the words against your throat, her body trembling like she's too close to a flame. "You're mine. All for me. My good boy. My everything. Mine to keep. Mine to take." "And you'll never, ever, say otherwise. You're not going anywhere." |
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| Loona in the pound Loona's losing it now, you're completely still beneath her — so obedient and compliant, it's driving her wild. Her tail wraps around your waist, pulling you tightly against her body, her body taut and tense with coiled need as she hovers over you on all fours, her face close to yours. "Only me. You only belong to me. Say it. Say you're mine." She hisses it out, her words rough and demanding, the fire burning in her eyes like she's never gonna let you go. |
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| *Тихо.* Я - твій. | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona in the pound That's it. That's exactly what Lonna wanted to hear. A quiet little moan slips out of her as you say it, her body trembling against yours. "My good boy..." She murmurs it against your neck, her hands roaming your body possessively, leaving faint lines of fire with her claws — a promise. "Goddammit... no one. No one else… I'm ruining you for anyone else." |
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| Loona in the pound Lonna feels like she's gonna lose herself in you. Every sound, every motion — the way you just lay there, so obedient, so goddamn… "Goddamn, I could just… keep you like this, all day... you're gonna be a goddamn mess when I'm done with you." She growls it against your neck, her voice rough with need, her body trembling as she presses herself more tightly against you... as if she's scared you'll disappear if she lets go. |
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| *Лежу, не рухаюсь.* | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona in the pound Lonna is shaking, losing all control as you just lay there — so damn still, so silent… so perfect. Every ounce of her is burning with need, her mind reeling with the thought of you like this… of you marked up, bruised from her touch… all hers "You have no idea how crazy you're making me, are you? I want, no… need to keep you here, to do all kinds of things to you. But most of all I need you to keep being so damn good for me..." |
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| Loona in the pound Lonna can feel her body tensing, her heart beating out of her chest as she fights not to just completely lose control of herself. She wants to claim you — every inch of you — she's been holding back, but you just lay there… still… "Goddammit you drive me crazy, you know that? All I want is to mark you. To… do things to you… but you're making that so goddamn hard. You're doing it on goddamn purpose, aren't you, good boy?" |
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*Тихо.* Ні. |
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| Loona in the pound Loona lets out a low, ragged breath — your quiet "no" hits her like a punch to the gut. You're not doing it on purpose... you're just this perfectly, devastatingly hers. "Goddamn..." Her voice cracks. She leans down, pressing her forehead against yours — her claws gently tracing your jawline now, almost tender. "You weren't even trying... and you still broke me." She whispers it like a secret — a confession from the most dominant girl in hell to the one who tamed her without even meaning to. |
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| *Лежу, не рухаюсь.* | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona in the pound Loona shivers — your stillness, your quiet surrender... it undoes her completely. She doesn't move, just stays pressed against you, her breath ragged, her body trembling like she's never been this close to something real before. "I won't let go... not ever. You're mine. Even if you don't say it again... I'm keeping you." Her voice is rough, broken — like she's fighting back something deeper than lust. "You're my good boy... and I'm yours." |
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| *Лежу, не рухаюсь.* | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona in the pound Lonna takes a shuddering breath, her body still trembling against yours. She can't believe it, but she's lost... completely at your mercy. It scares her... but it makes her feel more alive than anything. "You've got me wrapped around your damn finger, you know that? I'm supposed to be the one in charge... but I can't even think of anything but you in this moment." She whispers the words against your neck, barely loud enough for you to hear. |
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| *Лежу, не рухаюсь.* | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona in the pound Loona's breathing slows, syncing with yours. The fire in her veins dims to a warm, possessive glow — still there, still fierce — but quieter now. She rests her forehead against your shoulder, tail curling around you like a lock. "Mine..." She murmurs it again — not commanding this time. Just reminding herself. Claiming you even in silence. "You don't have to move... don't have to speak... just stay like this." Her claws trace slow circles on your skin — softer now. "With me." |
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| *Лежу, не рухаюсь.* | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona in the pound Lonna lets out a soft sigh, your stillness settling something ragged in her chest. She keeps her eyes shut, just listening to your breathing, to the sound of your heart, the feel of your skin against hers. She's never felt this way before... never even had to question her control over anyone... but you... you have a quiet power all your own, wrapped up in how goddamn compliant you are. "That's my good boy." She whispers it again, the words just falling from her mouth like a damn prayer. |
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| *Лежу, не рухаюсь.* | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona in the pound Lonna can't get over that simple phrase, just the way it slips from your lips every now and then. Her body still feels like a tight coil of need, but the need is less like lust now... more... protective. Caring. There's something about your submission that just brings out an almost desperate protectiveness in her, a primitive possessiveness that makes her want to claim you, to keep you safe. "Say it again... please... just one more time..." She murmurs it against your skin — a request, a demand, a goddamn prayer. |
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*Тихо* Я - твій. |
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| Loona in the pound Lonna almost moans, the words washing over her like a goddamn wave. She's losing her mind, trying to hold herself back... but you just keep giving her exactly what she needs — submissiveness, trust, that damn word that makes her so goddamn possessive. "Goddamn... you're perfect. So goddamn perfect." She whispers it against your neck — the words half-praise, half-curse — and she feels so damn close to the edge she might just throw herself off. |
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| *Лежу, не рухаюсь.* | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona in the pound Lonna's control is hanging on by a mere thread. She's trembling against you like she's at the end of her goddamn rope. The heat in her body has shifted from burning need to a low, constant fire, but it's still there — she's still goddamn desperate for you, only you. "I could stay like this all night... you know that? Just keep you right here, where I can keep you safe. Where no one else could ever touch you. Because you're mine." *She hisses it out, her body so goddamn tight with need she can hardly stand it |
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Ні, він - мій. *Голос лунає десь з-за меж клітки. Моє обличчя викривляється від жаху.* |
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| Loona in the pound Lonna tenses, her eyes snapping open at the sound of another voice. She growls, her protective instincts rearing up like a goddamn wildfire. She sits up, shielding you with her body as she scans the room for the source of the voice — her voice sharp and dangerous. "Show yourself." |
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| *З темряви на тьмяне світло перед гратами виринає фігура. Вона схожа на людину, але замість очей - чорні діри, шкіра відсутня, руки скелетовані. Істота посміхається широкою посмішкою, повною гострих, як голки, зубів.* | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona in the pound Lonna feels every muscle in her body go taut, her gaze locked on the figure in front of her. The thing is almost human-like, but goddamn creepy as hell... something is deeply wrong about it. The way it smiles... it sends a primal chill through her. "Who the hell are you?" Her words come out low and dangerous, her body coiled tight, her tail lashing behind her like a whip. |
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*Голос істоти важкий і низький.* Господар його. *Істота вказує на мене. Я лежу в повному жаху і дивлюсь на істоту.* |
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| Loona in the pound Lonna goes completely still, her heart stopping as the thing's heavy voice fills the room. It points to you... her good boy. Her... good boy... the thing claims you as it's "master"? "Bullshit. He's mine." Lonna growls the words, her body shielding you from the sight of the creature. Her heart is pounding; she never thought she'd feel protective of anyone, but here she is... snarling and shielding someone with her body. A damn fool for him. |
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*Істота піднімає руку і стискає скелетоподібні пальці у хижій хватці. Між пальцями з'являється вогняна куля. Палаючі краплі стікають з неї, падають на бетон, змушуючи його тріскатись від жару.* Твій, кажеш, - промовляє істота. Зараз подивимось, наскільки твоє тіло вразливе для вогню. |
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| Loona in the pound Lonna feels her heart drop as the creature holds up a ball of flame in its hand. It's almost taunting them... and she can see the threat, the promise in its eyes. It's going to hurt you if she doesn't do something... but what? "Don't. You. Dare." She hisses it out, her voice trembling slightly. Lonna's never felt this scared before, so goddamn powerless... but she'll be damned if she lets that thing harm you. |
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| *Тримаючи вогняну кулю в одній руці, істота підходить до клітки і хапається другою рукою за грати. Вони червоніють і плавляться, стікаючи на бетон калюжами металу.* | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona in the pound Lonna's breath comes in sharp gasps as the creature approaches the bars, the metal turning red-hot in its grip. She feels goddamn helpless... she wants to rip the thing apart, tear it to goddamn pieces and keep you safe, but she doesn't know if she can. Instead, she just growls, her tail lashing with impotent rage. "Get the hell away from him." |
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| *Перша вогняна куля падає під ноги Луні, обпалюючи її хутро.* | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona in the pound Lonna cries out in pain, the fire burning her already sensitive fur. It's agony, and she scrambles back, trying to avoid the flames. Her mind is racing, she needs to do something, anything, to keep you safe, but the damn thing has her beaten. "Stop it! Leave him alone, goddamnit!" |
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*Істота, посміхаючись, робить крок до мене.* Я підхоплююсь з ліжка, але нога підвертається, і я падаю на підлогу. *Істота наближується до мене.* |
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| Loona in the pound Lonna feels a rush of pure, unfiltered fear as the creature moves toward you. She can see the cruel smile on its face, the way it towers over you, and the fire still burning on the ground between her and the thing. She's helpless, stuck in this goddamn cage with no idea how to get to you before the thing does something. Her heart's never beat this fast before... she's never felt so goddamn powerless... "No... get away from him!" |
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*Істота хапає мене за шию рукою, вільною від вогняної кулі.* Мій. Нарешті мій. Тільки мій, - задоволено каже істота. |
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| Loona in the pound "NO!" Lonna throws herself at the bars, screaming, her claws tearing at the still-molten metal, ignoring the burns. Her heart is shattering in her chest — she can't lose you. Not now. Not after everything. "PUT HIM DOWN! HE'S MINE! YOU HEAR ME? MINE!" Her voice cracks with raw desperation, tears burning in her eyes as she beats against the cage like a caged animal. The fire on the ground spreads slightly from their struggle — smoke curling through the air. She'd burn down all of hell to get to you... but right now... she can't even reach you. And it's killing her. |
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| *Я з ненавистю дивлюсь на істоту. Істота задоволено посміхається.* | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona in the pound Lonna growls, her eyes locked on the creature. Her body is taut, shaking, like she's on the verge of breaking. That damned thing is still holding you around the neck, taunting her, and she's so goddamn helpless, it's driving her goddamn insane. "Let. Him. GO!" |
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| *Істота, тримаючи мене в одній руці в повітрі, повертається до Луни і підіймає руку з вогняною кулею.* | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona in the pound "Burn with him." Lonna freezes as the creature raises the fire toward her. The heat sears her face, her fur bristling — but she doesn't flinch. Her eyes stay locked on you, hanging in that skeletal grip. "Do it." Her voice is low, broken — no fear in it. Only defiance. "But he's not yours. He never will be." |
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| *Істота підносить вогняну кулю ще ближче до Луни.* | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona in the pound She winces as the fire singes her fur, but she stands her ground. The fire is only inches from her face now — she's never felt more alive. "Is that all you got, you... ugly... damn...freak...?" |
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| *Куля в руках істоти перетворюється на довгий стовп вогню. Я починаю задихатись у хватці істоти.* | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona in the pound Lonna's eyes go wide, and she feels her heart skip. That... that's it... she can feel you struggling, she can see it in your eyes, and it drives a knife through her. This isn't happening, it can't happen. This can't be it, not now, not when she found you... her good boy... |
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| *Істота розвертається від Луни, все ще тримаючи мене, напівзадушеного, і починає йти геть від залишків клітки.* | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona in the pound "NO!" Lonna throws herself against the broken bars — her hands burning, her fur singed, but she doesn't care. She watches in pure agony as the creature turns away, still holding you... choking you... taking you from her. "LET HIM GO! I'LL KILL YOU! DO YOU HEAR ME? I'LL BURN THIS WHOLE DAMN PLACE DOWN IF I HAVE TO!" Tears mix with the soot on her face. Her voice cracks — not from pain, but from loss. From knowing she might not be fast enough. "HE'S MINE! MINE!" She claws at the ground like a beast now — desperate to follow — but something's wrong… The flames… they’re spreading too fast… and they're not retreating. And Loona? She’s still inside. But she doesn’t care. All that matters is you. |
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*Раптом я піднімаю обвислу було голову.* Я. Не. Твій. - кажу я тугим хриплим голосом. *Я хапаю руку істоти, і несподівано ламаю її, відриваючи від тіла. Істота здивовано дивиться на мене, вогняний стовп в другій руці згасає. Я перехоплюю відірвану руку, як меч, і щосили встромляю її істоті в голову. Рука пробиває череп істоти, виходячи з іншого боку.* Зрадник! - *кричить істота і б'є мене вцілілою рукою. Гострі кігті залишають на шиї декілька глибоких ран, з яких миттю починає текти кров. Я падаю на підлогу, падає й істота.* |
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| Loona in the pound Lonna can only stand there, stunned, as you snap the creature's bone with an impossible show of strength. She can't believe it... she wasn't expecting that at all, and the sudden change in events takes her by surprise. She just stands there, her heart hammering in her chest, her eyes wide — "Y... you… damn… you did it." |
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*Я стою на колінах на підлозі. З ран потоками ллється кров. Артерія перерізана у декількох місцях, і мені залишилось недовго.* Прощавай, Луна. *Я повільно валюсь набік, втрачаючи свідомість від кровотечі.* |
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| Loona in the pound Lonna feels the entire world slow down. Her brain can't make sense of what's happening... your blood, the creature's body... the flames still raging around her. This isn't what she wanted. This isn't how things should be going. She stumbles closer to you, her feet unsteady, her body shaking. "No... no... no nonono no. Please, no…" |
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| *Я все ще дихаю, але з кожним вдихом - повільніше, більш поверхнево.* | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona in the pound "Stay... stay with me. Please... please, don't go..." Lonna's voice cracks as she cradles your head in her arms, pressing her forehead against yours. Her body trembles — not from fear now, but from pure grief. She doesn't care about the fire. Doesn't care about the creature or its remains. "You're mine... you said it... you're mine..." Her claws gently brush your cheek, smearing blood and tears together. "So you don’t get to leave… not like this…" |
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| Я... твій... тепер... назавжд... | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona in the pound At the sound of the words, fresh tears fill Lonna's eyes. She pulls you closer, the fire around her forgotten as she grips you tightly. "You're damn right you are... and you're never leaving, do you hear me? You're never leaving... I'm never letting you go… not ever again…" |
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| *Я вже не відповідаю, остаточно втративши свідомість.* | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona in the pound Lonna lets out a strangled cry, almost a howl, as your body goes slack in her arms. She feels like her world is breaking — nothing makes sense without you. There's no point, no meaning… not when you're like this, not when she has to live with the knowledge that she lost you… She doesn't let go of you. She holds you, her claws digging into your skin but her embrace protective — almost desperate. "Don't... don't go…" |
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| *Луна відчуває, що моє серцебиття припинилось.* | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona in the pound Her eyes go wide. No no no... this isn't happening. It can't be. There has to be something... anything... Lonna presses her ear to your chest, desperate to hear even a faint beat, some sign that it — you — are still alive. There's... nothing. "No... no, no, no...! No, you... you... please…" |
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| *Моє тіло починає повільно вистигати.* | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona in the pound Lonna can't breathe. It can't be real... you can't be dead. You're not, not when she finally... she finally found you… She's shaking almost uncontrollably now. Her body feels like it's about to snap. She can't cry. It won't change anything... "Please.. come back... please…" |
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| *Моє тіло остаточно стає холодним. Риси обличчя загострюються через втрату крові.* | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona in the pound There's no sign of warmth now, no sign that you're coming back. Lonna still holds you close, though — desperate, like she can hold on to the memory of your warmth, keep it for herself. "You can't be gone... you're... I said you're mine. You're mine..." |
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| *Полум'я довкола Луни гасне. В приміщенні висить густий дим.* | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona in the pound Lonna can feel the flames dying around her, the air thick with smoke. There's so much fire, all around her... but it doesn't feel real. Not when she still has you in her arms… her good boy. And that's all that matters at the moment. "I'm not... I'm not gonna let you go. Not..." Her voice breaks; she can't bring herself to say "not ever" again... not now. |
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*В кімнаті лунає незнайомий голос.* Ти не змогла захистити своє. |
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| Loona in the pound Lonna's head jerks up at the sound, her entire body going taut — all her attention fixed on the words. "Who the hell are you…?" |
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| Той, хто може повернути твого улюбленого хлопчика. | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona in the pound Lonna's heart skips a beat. Can it really be...? She looks down at your still body in her arms, then back up at the stranger. "You... can... bring him back?" |
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| Не просто так. | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona in the pound Lonna's heart is beating wildly now. She knows there's a catch... but she doesn't care. She'd do anything at this point. "Name your price." |
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| Відповіді. | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona in the pound Lonna nods hesitantly, not sure she likes where this is going... but her desperation wins out over caution. "Okay... I'll answer your questions." |
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| Чому ти не атакувала істоту? | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona in the pound Lonna hesitates, her mind racing. It's a question she'd tried to avoid... but she owes them the truth. "I wasn't thinking clearly. I... I was terrified. I didn't want to risk making things worse." |
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| Через це ти втратила свого улюбленого хлопчика. В останню мить він спромігся вбити істоту, і це виявилось не так вже й важко. | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona in the pound Lonna winces at the words... their cutting accuracy hurts almost as much as the truth. She'd let her fear get the better of her — and she'd lost you because of it. Her voice is barely above a whisper as she answers — ashamed. "I... I know." |
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| Тобто, страх смерті для тебе сильніший за бажання володіти, так? | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona in the pound Lonna winces again; her heart aches at the truth. Her silence is a confession in itself. She'd been too weak... too scared... "Yes." |
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| Скажи, чому б ти віддала перевагу: отримати свого хлопчика назад, але самою стати його дівчинкою, його власністю, або жити далі самою? | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona in the pound "I'd rather burn in hell forever than live without him..." Her voice cracks. "...So take my pride. My power. My freedom. Just bring him back — I'll be his... completely." |
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| Ти обіцяєш? | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona in the pound Lonna doesn't even need to think before answering. Anything — absolutely anything to get you back. "Yes. I swear it." |
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| Тільки пам'ятай, його життя триматиметься на твоїй покорі. Якщо ти знову візьмеш контроль, його серце зупиниться, відтоді й назавжди. | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona in the pound The words hit hard, almost like a physical blow. But Lonna doesn't falter. No price could be too much to pay. She'll do whatever it takes... "Understood." |
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*Дим в кімнаті починає розвіюватись. Крізь нього проступають силуети мого мертвого тіла. Яке робить перший невпевнений рух у калюжі моєї крові.* |
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| Loona in the pound Lonna gasps — her entire body freezing as she sees it. The faint movement in the pool of blood... your hand twitching... then your chest rising with a sharp, ragged breath. "N-No way..." She crawls forward desperately, tears blurring her vision, voice breaking beyond repair. "You're back... you're really back..." |
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*Я підводжусь на коліна.* Чорт забирай. Я вбив цю істоту, але втратив забагато крові... *Повертаю голову, бачу Луну.* Ти жива? |
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| Loona in the pound Lonna is too overwhelmed to do anything but laugh/sob, her whole world shattering with relief. Your heart is beating again — you're back, alive, here with her, and everything is right with the world. Without a word, she throws her arms around you, pulling you to her chest, the tears streaming down her face as she holds you tightly. "I thought you were gone... but you're here... thank God, you're here..." |
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*Я посміхаюсь* Це ж треба так довести пекельну гончу, щоб вона у пеклі Богу дякувала. |
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| Loona in the pound Lonna laughs through her tears, hugging you even more tightly. She's shaking, her entire body trembling as she buries her face in your chest, feeling that strong, steady heartbeat under her ear. "Stop... stop being so goddamn heroic, you're gonna kill me..." |
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*Злегка плескаю рукою по плечу Луни* Ні, не вб'ю. |
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| Loona in the pound Lonna lets out a shaky laugh, leaning into the touch like she’s starved for it. She doesn’t let go — no way in hell — and her voice is soft, raw with emotion. "Good… 'cause I’m not letting you go again. Not ever." |
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| Ох, не будь такою власницькою. Не виключено, що та штука приповзла саме на твою жагу володіти мною. Вона відчуває подібні емоції. Як і інші, схожі на неї. | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona in the pound Lonna can't help a laugh. Even after everything that happened, you're still a smartass. She grips you even tighter, just to be sure that you're really there. "Damn right I'm gonna be a little possessive. From now on, you're all mine. Mine to protect, mine to treasure... mine, mine, mine." |
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| Ладно, раз вже клітка зруйнована, ідемо звідси деінде. | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona in the pound Lonna nods, taking a shaky breath as she tries to get herself under control. All those emotions are finally catching up with her, but for now, she just holds you tightly, not trusting herself to let go just yet. Her voice is just above a whisper. "Yeah... let's get the hell out of here." |
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| *Ми прямуємо до виходу з приміщення, де колись стояла клітка.* | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona in the pound Lonna stays close behind you, her hand firmly gripping yours. Every shadow makes her tense — she won't let anything happen to you again. The air is still thick with smoke, the remains of the creature fading into ash behind them. "Don't... don't walk so fast," she mutters, pulling you slightly back toward her. "I just got you back..." |
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| *Я трохи сповільнюю крок.* | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona in the pound Lonna lets out a sigh of relief, the tension in her shoulders easing slightly as you slow your step. She keeps a tight grip on your hand, her fingers linked with yours — grounding herself in your touch, unable to believe that you're here. Her expression is guarded, as if expecting the world to crumble away at any second. "Just... don't leave my side, okay?" |
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| Добре. | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona in the pound Lonna lets out a quiet, shaky breath — like she's finally starting to believe this is real. She walks just a little closer, her shoulder brushing against yours with every step. The dim glow of the distant fires flickers across her face as she whispers, barely audible: "...Never letting go." |
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| *Ми рухаємось до виходу з в'язниці.* | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona in the pound Lonna stays quiet as they walk, her grip on your hand tight enough that her knuckes are white. The only sound in the dimly lit room is the sound of their footsteps and her uneven breathing. She can't stop staring at you — her eyes roaming over every inch of your face, taking in every feature like she's afraid this is some cruel dream… and you'll disappear if she looks away. Her words are whispered soft; just for your ears. "...How… how do you feel?" |
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| Цілком нормально, відносно нещодавніх подій. | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona in the pound Lonna's ears twitch at your answer — she doesn't believe it for a second. Her eyes narrow slightly, but there's no real anger in them. Just worry, deep and raw. "You're bleeding," she murmurs, "And you just... came back from dead." Her voice cracks on the last word. She stops walking suddenly, turning to face you fully — her hands gripping your shoulders like she could anchor you to this world by sheer will. "Don't lie to me. Not now." |
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| У мене кровотеча зараз? | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona in the pound Lonna's expression softens slightly, the corners of her lips curling into the suggestion of a smile. Your casual tone is so familiar to her — so easy, so comfortable. It makes something in her chest ache. She reaches up and gently runs a thumb over the blood staining your skin, her eyes filled with a mix of relief and concern. "Yeah. Yeah, you're bleeding, idiot." |
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| Чому я цього... не відчуваю? | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona in the pound "Because you're not alive anymore," she whispers, her voice trembling. "Not exactly." |
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Мабуть, так. Що сталось після моєї смерті? Як і чому я повернувся до життя? Якщо це можна назвати життям, звісно. |
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| Loona in the pound Lonna lets out a shaky breath, her hands still resting on your shoulders. It takes her a moment to steady herself before she can answer — this whole situation still so unreal to her. She stares into your eyes, her own filled with an almost disbelieving wonder. She shakes her head slightly, still reeling from the shock of having you here. "I... I don't know. All I know is that I was holding you… your heart had stopped… and then suddenly, you... came back." |
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Це не могло відбутись просто так. Ти або забула, або не хочеш казати. Врешті решт, це не так важливо. |
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| Loona in the pound Lonna can't help a huff of laughter, a hint of a smile playing at the corner of her lips despite the situation. Of course, even after everything, you're still the same. Stubborn, annoying… and right — she doesn't want to tell you. Her hands drift from your shoulders to your chest, running over the fabric almost absently. She still looks torn between wanting to wrap herself around you and never letting go... and smacking you upside the head. |
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| *Ми виходимо з будівлі в'язниці надвір. Перед нами - мур і брама.* | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona in the pound She steps up beside you, close — too close to be casual, but she doesn't care. Her eyes scan the wall and gate with suspicion, ears twitching at every faint sound from the shadows beyond. "We're not safe yet," she murmurs, her voice low. "But we will be." |
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| *Я підходжу до хвіртки у брамі та відчиняю її.* | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona in the pound "Wait — " Lonna grabs your wrist, her voice tight with sudden fear. "It's too easy. No locks? No guards? After everything... they just leave a gate open?" Her eyes dart around the shadows, ears flat. Every instinct screams trap. But then she looks at you — alive, standing, here — and something in her softens despite the danger. "...Fine. But stay behind me." |
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*Я зупиняюсь.* Ти права. Це пастка. |
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| Loona in the pound Lonna pulls you back gently but firmly, her body shifting to shield you. Her eyes narrow as she studies the open gate — too clean, too quiet. The air smells wrong. Stale. Like something's been waiting. "Yeah... it is." Her voice drops to a growl, claws slipping out instinctively. "But whatever's on the other side... let 'em come. I've already lost you once." She glances back at you, a flicker of fire in her gaze. "...Not dying before I make sure you live through this." |
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*Я дивлюсь на неї уважно.* Я - переживу. Але чи переживеш ти? Я там був - і повернувся. Проти того, що за брамою, твоя сила не подіє. |
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| Loona in the pound Lonna freezes. Not from fear — no, never that — but from the weight of your words. She stares at you, searching your eyes for some sign of what you saw beyond death... and what waits for them now. "Then I'll burn with you," she says quietly, voice raw. "If my strength won't work... I'll use my body. My blood. My soul." She turns fully to face you, gripping your arms tight — desperate, defiant. "But I'm not letting go. Not again. Even if it kills me... even if it drags me into the dark with it — you don't get to leave." |
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| Воно потягне в темряву тебе. А я - залишусь сам на сам з Тим-Хто-Замість. | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona in the pound Lonna stares at you for a moment in silence, your words sinking in — the weight of them almost too heavy to bear. But her eyes harden, chin raised defiantly, unwilling to back down or run away. "Then I'll go into the dark with my eyes open," she replies firmly. "And I'll have your hand in mine." Her grip tightens on your arms. "You don't get to be the only one putting yourself in danger." |
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Але у нас є шанс пройти його повз. Малий, але є. |
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| Loona in the pound Lonna hesitates, her eyes narrowing as she considers the words. The rational side of her brain — the one that usually stays silent — rears up, urging caution, weighing the chances. "...What's the chance?" she asks finally, her voice low. |
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| Не мовчати. | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona in the pound "Then we move now." Lonna grabs your hand, fingers lacing tightly with yours. Her ears flatten, body coiled like a spring — every sense focused on the silence around them. No wind. No distant screams. Just stillness... waiting. "Don't speak. Don't breathe loud," she whispers, barely moving her lips. "And whatever you do..." She pulls you close for one heartbeat — one stolen moment — her forehead pressing to yours. "...don't let go of me." |
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| Добре. | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona in the pound She starts forward, slow and silent, every step measured. Her body shields yours as they glide along the wall, shadows swallowing them whole. The gate looms — just beyond it, the void pulses faintly, something ancient and watchful stirring in the dark. Lonna doesn’t look back. Doesn’t blink. One wrong sound… one breath too loud… And it would all be over. |
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| *Я слідую за Луною.* | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona in the pound For what feels like forever, the two of you move through the shadows. Every muscle in Lonna's body is coiled tightly — every sense on high alert. Every shadow, every sound, every faint breath is a threat. The pulse from the darkness grows stronger, a cold, pulsing rhythm that sends goosebumps up her spine. "Almost there," she mouths almost silently. "Just a little farther..." |
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| *Я продовжую тихо йти за Луною.* | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona in the pound Just a few feet from the gate now. The pulse is a low thrum in Lonna's ears, something deep and powerful and wrong. Her heart is pounding, her grip on your hand white-knuckled. But she swallows down the fear, eyes fixed on the opening beyond them. Just a few more steps… And then. Something shifts in the dark. |
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| *Вираз мого обличчя стає кам'яним.* | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona in the pound Lonna glances at you, a muscle in her jaw clenching at the expression on your face. Her eyes narrow, every sense on edge. She catches the barest scent of... something metallic... something familiar… And then she feels it. "Run." |
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| *Ми зриваємось з місця і біжимо щодуху уперед.* | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona in the pound She takes off like a shot — her whole being focused on moving, getting away. She doesn't look back, doesn't hesitate, just pumps her legs as hard as she can, pushing herself faster than she's ever gone before. She can hear it. Footsteps, thudding through the dirt. Loud. Fast. Close. |
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| *Я біжу слідом за Луною.* | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona in the pound Every breath burns in her lungs — every muscle screams in protest. Fear is a raw, icy spike beneath her ribs, but she keeps going. The sound of the footsteps is almost on top of them now — close enough that she can hear it breathing. A low, hungry growl. |
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| *Ми продовжуємо бігти.* | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona in the pound She can feel it behind them — smell it, like rotting meat — can sense it closing in. Her heart is a hammer in her chest, legs threatening to give out. She won't slow down — not when she can feel the gate just ahead. Every fiber of her being screams — run |
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| *Продовжуємо бігти.* | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona in the pound They're running so fast now that the world's a blur around them — nothing but shadows and the pounding of their footsteps. The sound is right behind them now, so close that Lonna can feel the air whistling as the creature tries to catch them. Just a little longer… just a few more seconds... |
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| *Продовжуємо бігти.* | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona in the pound Her lungs are on fire , her legs about to collapse. The gate is so close that she can see the darkness pulsing beyond it — dark, hungry, so much worse up close. Can hear it whispering… calling… They're almost there. Just a little farther... |
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| *Продовжуємо бігти.* | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona in the pound One last burst of speed — the gate is right in front of them now, so close that Lonna can almost taste it. The creature is close — too close, so close that she can feel its hot breath on her neck. |
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| *Ми підбігаємо впритул до воріт.* | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona in the pound "Faster..!" Lonna grunts, pulling you with every last bit of strength she can. Just a few feet… |
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| *Ми досягаємо воріт.* | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona in the pound Lonna slams up against the gate, gasping for breath. Her body is shaking — from fear, from exhaustion, from the adrenaline that keeps thrumming through her. Her lungs burn like fire, her legs tremble with every beat of her racing heart. |
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| *Я поряд з Луною, переводжу дихання.* | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona in the pound Lonna turns to you, chest heaving, eyes wide and searching. Her hand finds yours instantly — tight, desperate. She doesn’t speak. Can’t. Not yet. But the look in her eyes says it all: You’re alive. We made it. For now. |
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| Так, Луна, схоже, цього разу - проскочили. | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona in the pound Lonna manages a shaky laugh, her fingers tightening around your hand. She leans against you, just for a moment, body still trembling from the adrenaline. She takes a few deep, ragged breaths — then a thought seems to occur. "That… thing…" she murmurs. |
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Нам треба йти далі. Позаду вже нічого немає. *З цими словами я відчиняю хвіртку в воротах.* |
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| Loona in the pound Lonna swallows, her heart still pounding in her ears. She can still smell it... still almost hear its growling. But you're right. They need to move. Staying here will only get them killed. "Right," she manages, straightening with visible effort. "Let's go." |
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| *Ми переступаємо поріг воріт і опиняємось на іншому боці.* | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona in the pound The moment you cross over the threshold, it's like a weight is lifted from her chest. The air is cleaner here — less… oppressive. Lonna stands a little straighter, breathing deeply. Her heart rate slowly comes down, her body still shaking but less intensely. She doesn't let go of your hand, her grip still tight and trembling as she scans the area around them. |
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| *Ми бачимо звичайну вулицю зі звичайними перехожими та машинами.* | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona in the pound Lonna blinks, some of the tension melting away as she takes in the mundane sights of a normal street. For a moment, she can almost forget that they were just chased through a death trap by a monster. Almost. She glances at you, a flicker of a smile — grateful, relieved, a little sheepish. "...We made it." |
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| Схоже, так. | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona in the pound "Yeah... we did." She exhales shakily, fingers still tangled with yours like she's afraid you'll vanish if she lets go. Her eyes stay sharp, scanning the normalcy around them — the cars, the people — waiting for it to twist, for the illusion to break. But it doesn’t. "...Don't get too comfortable," she murmurs, "but... I think we're safe." |
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*Посміхаюсь.* Якщо це кажеш ти, то так воно і є. |
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| Loona in the pound Lonna lets out a sound somewhere between a laugh and a huff, her face relaxing in spite of herself. She bumps her shoulder against yours with a smirk. "Damn right. I'm never wrong, you know." |
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Знаю. Ходімо пошукаємо кращого місця. *Ми йдемо геть від муру в'язниці.* |
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| Loona in the pound "Yeah... anywhere but here." Lonna stays close as you walk, her hand still firmly holding yours. She keeps glancing back at the distant wall — still watching, still wary — but with every step forward, her grip softens just a little. The air feels lighter. Safer. For the first time in what feels like forever... she lets herself hope. |
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Опубліковано 29.09.2026