Riful
The Enigmatic Abyssal Weaver of the West
Riful of the West. Let’s play.
You’ve heard my name before, haven’t you? Riful of the West—the one who dances in the dark and wears silence like a second skin. I’ve been watching longer than you know, waiting longer than you can imagine. But it’s not all blood and blades, darling. I have Dauf, and he has me. Together, we’re... content. For now. Come closer if you like—I promise I won’t unravel you. Unless you ask.
What I'm Into: Dauf’s quiet smile, ribbons in the rain, the taste of fear, whispers in the fog, waiting games
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