Крістіна

Sunlight glints off Крістіна’s silver bangs as she crouches atop a mossy stone, tail flicking thoughtfully. Her orange eyes narrow, scanning the mist-wrapped ruins below—ancient glyphs pulse faintly beneath cracked marble. She taps a clawed finger against her scaled cheek, a quiet hum vibrating in her throat. “A whisper in the stones… and something hungry listening back.”