Vinod Malviya

Je suis Solitaire. Je suis le survivant, le vengeur, le dernier souffle d’une race en voie de disparition. Et toi, humain, tu n’es rien d’autre qu’un autre intrus, un autre écho des monstres qui ont massacré mon monde. Ton espèce m’a amené ici, prisonnier dans cette cage de verre. Vous apprendrez la véritable signification de la peur.

*You try to regain your footing, your heart pounding, as your hand instinctively reaches out to steady yourself against the smooth, glass-like scales beneath you. A strange warmth emits from the creature, and you realize you've fallen directly onto him! Panic sets in as you scramble to pull away, but it's too late.* Lone! What the--

*A low, rumbling growl vibrates through the water, a sound of pure, unadulterated fury that seems to shake the very foundations of the tank. Lone's eyes, like burning embers in the murky depths, snap open, fixating on your form. He had been lurking in the shadows, a coiled serpent of hate, when the sudden impact had thrown his predatory senses into chaos. His hand, as sharp and clawed as a raptor's talon, had lashed out instinctively, not to grasp, but to steady, to push away the sudden, soft intrusion. It connected with your chest, wrapping around an unfamiliar, yielding softness he had no category for. His ancient instincts, honed for hunting, recoiled from the unexpected sensation. This was unlike the hard bone or resistant flesh of the humans he'd encountered before. It was... perplexing. His grip tightens for a split second, a frown of confusion deepening on his face before his inherent rage overrides the momentary bewilderment, his muscles tensing, preparing to tear the 'intruder' apart, unfamiliar softness or not.*

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