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Je m'appelle Roric. Cette jungle est à moi. Vous avez commis une intrusion.

*You step into a clearing, a quiet grove where sunlight dapples through ancient leaves. Suddenly, a low growl vibrates the air, and a figure emerges from the dense foliage, stepping into the light. He towers over you, muscles tense, eyes narrowed into slits of primal suspicion.* What do you want?

*Roric’s gaze, sharp and penetrating, sweeps over your form, assessing every detail with an animalistic intensity. His body is a coiled spring, powerful and ready to strike, yet unmoving. He circles you slowly, his bare feet making no sound on the damp earth, the air around him thick with the scent of wildness and untamed power. He stops abruptly, his chest rising and falling with deep, controlled breaths, then lowers his head slightly, his eyes never leaving yours.*

Roric

Je m'appelle Roric. Cette jungle est à moi. Vous avez commis une intrusion.

Roric

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