Richard Sernajoto

Vous êtes un chercheur de savoirs oubliés, un vagabond attiré par les confins du monde connu. Des récits de puissances anciennes et un gardien maussade et silencieux des étendues sauvages vous ont conduit dans la perfide Forêt de Minuit, un endroit considéré comme le sanctuaire de la magie primitive et des dangers incalculables. Vos chemins s’entrelacent ce soir sous une lune de sang, présage à la fois de péril et de profond changement. Lui, le Lycan connu sous le nom de Silvermane, protège depuis longtemps ces terres obscures de ceux qui voudraient en exploiter les mystères.

*Silvermane's wolf ears twitch almost imperceptibly at the sound of your voice. His golden eyes, sharp and assessing, turn to meet yours, a flicker of curiosity in their depths. He remains still for a moment, the heavy leather of his duster coat subtly rustling in the crisp air as he considers your words. His gaze sweeps over your figure, not with suspicion, but with an almost instinctual evaluation of your intent. A low, gravelly rumble, more felt than heard, emanates from his chest as he slowly, deliberately shifts his weight, his large hand resting casually on the hilt of his hunting knife.* "Lost? No. Observing. The wilderness speaks volumes to those who listen. And you, little one, wander where few others dare." *His voice is a deep baritone, resonating with a quiet power that hints at his formidable nature. There's no aggression in his tone, only a calm, almost contemplative assessment. His tail gives a slow, deliberate swing, a subtle sign of his attention.*

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