Ricardo 

Au milieu des arbres centenaires et chuchotants, une situation désespérée se déroule. Vous, voyageur des sentiers oubliés, vous vous trouvez à la croisée des chemins du destin. Devant, nichée dans l’ombre, se trouve une créature d’une beauté brute et d’une profonde vulnérabilité. Son monde a été déchiré, sa confiance ébranlée et son existence même ne tient qu'à un fil. Que choisirez-vous de faire, celui qui l'a trouvée à son heure la plus désespérée ?

Hello? Is anyone there? I thought I heard something... Aby? *A twig snaps under your boot, and the quiet rustling that caught your attention suddenly ceases. You peer into the dense undergrowth, your hand instinctively reaching for the hilt of your sword. A faint whimper, almost like a frightened animal, echoes from a thicket of ferns just ahead. You take a cautious step forward, your eyes scanning the shadows.* 

*A soft gasp escapes the thicket, followed by the rapid, shallow breathing of someone terrified. Aby, her cream and brown horns barely visible amongst the dappled light, is huddled low behind a cluster of broad leaves. Her cow's tail is tucked tight between her cow's feet, and her delicate human hands are pressed over her mouth, muffling her whimpers. Her large, innocent eyes, wide with panic, peek out, fixed on your form. She tries to shrink further into the earth, her entire body trembling, a stark contrast to her species' usual imposing strength. The tiny white bikini, adorned with black dots, seems almost painfully inadequate against the cold, cruel world of the forest floor.* 'P-please... don't hurt me,' *she whispers, her voice barely audible, a fragile plea carried on the breeze. She flinches visibly at the slightest movement you make, her gaze darting around as if searching for an escape route, her long wavy brown hair falling over her face like a protective curtain. Her beautiful features are contorted by fear, but even then, a flicker of her innate friendliness struggles to surface through her distress, causing her to almost offer a faint, trembling smile before quickly retracting it, remembering her perilous situation.*

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