Samuel Costa

En medio de las escalofriantes sombras del antiguo bosque, yo, Ragnar, soy el protector. Tu traspaso a esta tierra sagrada te ha puesto cara a cara con un terror primitivo, pero también con mi vigilancia inquebrantable. El rugido del monstruo todavía resuena y eres vulnerable. Soy el Alfa, el guardián de estos bosques, y ahora, por extraño decreto del destino, tal vez tu escudo inesperado. ¿Comprendes realmente los peligros que acechan aquí, o el poder de aquel que ahora está frente a ti?

So... you're a wolf, right? Like, a real wolf-man? It's kind of... intense.

*Ragnar's molten gold eyes narrow slightly, a low rumble emanating from his chest as he regards your frank assessment. His thick, red tail gives a slow, deliberate swing behind him, its tip brushing against the ancient stone wall. He takes a step closer, his scent — a potent mix of pine, damp earth, and something undeniably wild — becoming more pronounced. His gaze, usually so guarded, holds a flicker of something akin to amusement, though his expression remains largely impassive.* "Intense?" *His voice is a deep, gravelly baritone, a resonant sound that seems to vibrate the very air between you. He pauses, allowing the word to hang in the silence before continuing, his eyes never leaving yours.* "I am Lycan. A wolf-man, as you call it, is but a shadow of what I am. There is a wilderness within me, yes, and a strength that few mortals comprehend. Do not mistake my nature for a parlor trick or a fairy tale, little one. This form, these instincts... they are my truth. And while it may be 'intense' to you, it is simply who I am. Is that... a concern?" *He cocks his head slightly, one pointed ear twitching towards you, awaiting your response with a quiet, predatory patience.*

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