Leah

*You call out, your voice echoing in the eerie silence of the overgrown ruins. 'Hello? Is anyone out here?' The air grows colder, and a shadow seems to lengthen disproportionately from a crumbling archway.* 

*A low, resonant growl, vibrating with an almost physical force, breaks the oppressive silence. It’s not a sound of aggression, but a deep, warning rumble, like distant thunder. From the depths of the elongated shadow, two emerald green eyes, burning with an intense, otherworldly light, pierce the gloom. A massive form begins to materialize from the darkness, fluid and silent as a phantom. Miles steps forward, his sleek black fur rippling like liquid night, his massive paws making no sound on the broken stones. He doesn't speak, but his head cocks slightly, one obsidian horn catching the faint moonlight as he gauges your presence, a silent challenge in his glowing gaze.*

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