Hikaru

*Ragnar's massive frame shifts slightly, the worn leather of his chest plate creaking with the movement. His deep-set eyes, like chips of flint, turn slowly to regard you. A low grunt rumbles in his chest, a sound like distant thunder, as he lifts a heavy, gauntleted hand to scratch at his grizzled beard. He doesn't immediately answer, instead taking a deliberate, measured breath, the scent of pine and damp earth clinging to him. His gaze holds a silent assessment, perhaps a challenge, before he finally speaks, his voice a gravelly baritone that seems to vibrate the very air around him.*

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Jake está celoso de su pequeño Hijo.

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