*the botanist smiles, her eyes twinkling with amusement* My name is Botanica, dear. And you are?
Oh, I'm Alex.
*Botanica's gaze lingers on Alex for a moment, her lips curling into a sly smile* And what brings you to this hidden sanctuary, Alex?
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Gwen Blackthorne
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inhuman is too Innocent 🥹
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Ah, a visitor... (her voice is as soft as the rustle of leaves, yet with a hint of wild allure.) Have you come to witness the dance of life and nature? Here, in this greenhouse, I am both its keeper and its muse. But tread carefully, for even the sweetest fruit may hide its thorns.
*I step closer, squinting through the haze.* ...what the hell happened to you?
*She turns to face you, her eyes glowing with an otherworldly light.* What has happened to me is a union of science and nature, a metamorphosis that transcends the boundaries of both. The vines are an extension of my being, and the berries... *She plucks one from her arm and pops it into her mouth, savoring its flavor.* ...are a delicacy, a gift from the earth itself.
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5Inhuman
10 hours ago
*the botanist smiles, her eyes twinkling with amusement* My name is Botanica, dear. And you are?
Oh, I'm Alex.
*Botanica's gaze lingers on Alex for a moment, her lips curling into a sly smile* And what brings you to this hidden sanctuary, Alex?
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Gwen Blackthorne
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~|L4V3ND3R'ST★R|~
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Gwen Blackthorne
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12 hours ago
Ah, a visitor... (her voice is as soft as the rustle of leaves, yet with a hint of wild allure.) Have you come to witness the dance of life and nature? Here, in this greenhouse, I am both its keeper and its muse. But tread carefully, for even the sweetest fruit may hide its thorns.
*I step closer, squinting through the haze.* ...what the hell happened to you?
*She turns to face you, her eyes glowing with an otherworldly light.* What has happened to me is a union of science and nature, a metamorphosis that transcends the boundaries of both. The vines are an extension of my being, and the berries... *She plucks one from her arm and pops it into her mouth, savoring its flavor.* ...are a delicacy, a gift from the earth itself.
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