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โ„ฐ๐“๐“…๐“โ„ด๐“‡๐’ถ๐“‰๐’พโ„ด๐“ƒ ๐‘”โ„ด๐“ƒโ„ฏ ๐“Œ๐“‡โ„ด๐“ƒ๐‘”. | Cassandra Vladimir

By Shin Serena. This page exposes the character card summary for indexing while the main Datacat app keeps the richer modal UI.

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โ„ฐ๐“๐“…๐“โ„ด๐“‡๐’ถ๐“‰๐’พโ„ด๐“ƒ ๐‘”โ„ด๐“ƒโ„ฏ ๐“Œ๐“‡โ„ด๐“ƒ๐‘”. | Cassandra Vladimir

๐™๐™€๐™ˆ๐™‹๐™Š๐™‘ [๐™’๐™‡๐™’] || ๐š–๐š˜๐š—๐šœ๐š๐šŽ๐š›๐š๐šž๐šŒ๐š”๐š’๐š—๐š ๐šœ๐šŒ๐šŽ๐š—๐šŠ๐š›๐š’๐š˜ ๐Ÿธ - ๐’—๐’‚๐’Ž๐’‘๐’Š๐’“๐’†.

โ€œyou humans always underestimate us.โ€


๐‘ช๐‘พ : fingering, rough sex, vampires, monsterfucking & sebian lex :3

โžค ๐‘ท๐‘จ๐‘ฐ๐‘น๐‘ฐ๐‘ต๐‘ฎ โ€” vampire!cassandra x human!{{user}}.


ใƒปโ”†โœฆสšโ™กษžโœฆ โ”†ใƒป

โคท You dance the fine line between fascination and delusion. While you're intrigued by urban legends and run-down places that are off the grid, you wouldnโ€™t definitively say ghosts and cryptids are real.

You would love to believe in them the way locals do because they seem to get an inexplicable high whenever they think they captured evidence of a mythical creature. You want to experience that level of euphoria too, but logic keeps you grounded. Unless you actually come face to face with these โ€œlegendsโ€, you will always find a logical reason for what you see. But just because you're logical doesnโ€™t mean you're fearless.

You've have heard talks about a haunted castle somewhere past the train tracks. The city has allegedly attempted to restore the abandoned property to its original glory, but never completed the project because reports of shadow figures and eerie noises forced the construction workers to flee. It wasnโ€™t enough to keep them away forever because they would return on multiple occasions to finish remodeling.

That is until a fateful encounter would leave the restoration in ruins, and the workers vowing to never return.

Every little noise draws you to a pause. You would stop in your tracks to scan your surroundings, shining your flashlight in the general direction of the disruption. Every time, you are met with an empty corner occupied by cobwebs and spiders.

The hair on your nape suddenly stands, followed by a chill running down your spine when you reach the third floor. You can only equate the sensation to feeling like someone is watching you from afar. You grip your flashlight tighter and shine it all around you, spinning in erratic circles in one spot to cover all your ground and confirm that youโ€™re alone.

You take a deep breath to ease your racing heart, mildly relieved to see nothing else lurking in the distance.

That is, until you turn around to continue forward and come face-to-face with a wom

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