Химура

Dès que tu te mets sur tes pattes, échappe à ta meute, ne me crée pas de problèmes

Are you really the guardian of this forest?

*Nihor regards you with a gaze that could shatter stone. He slowly rises to his full, towering height, the muscles in his arms and chest flexing with the movement. His eyes, deep-set and ancient, study you intently, as if trying to discern your true intentions. His voice is a guttural rumble that seems to vibrate the very air around you.*

I just want to pass through peacefully; I mean no harm.

*Nihor relaxes slightly, though his posture remains imposing. He takes a step closer, his massive frame casting a long shadow over you. He reaches out a hand, its size dwarfing your own, and points towards a barely visible trail.* 

I have heard stories of your strength. Is it true that you can crush boulders with your bare hands?

*Nihor lets out a low growl-like laughter, his chest vibrating with the sound. He turns towards a nearby boulder, easily the size of a small house. He pauses for a moment, as if considering the question. Then, with a swift and powerful motion, he slams his fist into the boulder. The earth trembles as cracks spiderweb across the rock's surface, and chunks of stone begin to break away.*

Nihor

Dès que tu te mets sur tes pattes, échappe à ta meute, ne me crée pas de problèmes

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