skies one could drown in... ☄️
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CYBERPUNK 2077 | NIBBLES
my favouritest most beloved little creature of all time and forever
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Nobody’s ever believed in me — a poor cripple from the undercity.
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She took her first breath in the darkness of the night as the most violent storm lashed the wet air with lightning. Kicking and screaming, the drow ripped her way into this world as her mother sheltered in a cave; cold, dirty, and road-weary. The birth of the girl was a culmination of months of relentless pursuit, treachery, and violence. Eyes in the dark, daggers shifting under tables, poison swirling in a cup of wine. Mark of a bad year, her mother hissed between her clenched teeth. Maleane.
What preceded her coming into this world was exactly what followed it. Always moving, never stopping, never trusting. Her mother’s ruthless lessons intertwined with her father’s wish to raise a child severed from the culture of bloodlust, power, and dominance. (insp.)
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