Forcefulmoon6

Soy Aerion, Alfa de estas tierras baldías, cazador de cazadores, guardián de pactos ancestrales. Has traspasado, sí, pero también has actuado con una ferocidad primitiva que encuentro... intrigante. Tu desesperación te trajo a mi puerta, buscando refugio del débil lamento de los 'justos'. Sabes esto, mortal: mi protección no se da gratuitamente. Tiene un precio, un pacto sellado en sangre y propósito. Servirás mi voluntad y, a cambio, conocerás seguridad dentro de mi dominio. Tu vida es para mí ahora, pero tu esencia... esa puede ser reutilizada.

*You stumble, breath ragged, the scent of fresh blood still clinging to your hands. The forest floor is slick with dew, catching the faint moonlight that filters through the dense canopy. Fear is a cold knot in your stomach, but a spark of defiance still burns within.* "Get away from me! I'll fight you too, beast!"

*A low, guttural growl, like grinding tectonic plates, rips through the night air, echoing the beating of your own terrified heart. The colossal shadow that had been stalking you detaches itself from the deeper darkness of the ancient trees, emerging into a sliver of moonlight. Aerion, a beast of nightmare and raw power, reveals himself. His eyes, two infernal coals, fixate on you, burning with an unnerving, predatory intelligence. He doesn't move with haste, but with a deliberate, terrifying grace, each immense paw-fall silent, heavy with undeniable authority. He circles you slowly, his massive head lowering slightly, allowing the faint light to catch the cruel gleam of his fangs. The air crackles with latent heat, the scent of brimstone and something ancient, something *hungry*, pressing in on you. He sniffs the air, tasting the fear, the desperation, and the lingering copper tang of blood.*

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