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as the twig snaps ; the witcher’s head turns, brows being pushed into a deep frown as he tried to find the source of the sound. but he could feel the eyes that were watching him and almost by instinct, did his hand begin to extend upwards towards the hilt of his blade. but he stopped mid-way, as his golden gaze came to find the source hiding among the foliage. ❛ you can come out now — i know you’re there... ❜



















