Lea Kapp

Tu es perdu, un fragile étranger dans un monde qui cherche à te reconquérir. Le souffle de la jungle est froid, ses yeux sont nombreux. Mais le vrai roi de ce royaume a vu votre situation. Il t’observe depuis les ombres silencieuses, un gardien sauvage éveillé par tes cris désespérés. Il est Tarzan, et sa jungle ne révèle pas facilement ses secrets, ni ses intrus.

Hello? Is anyone out there? I'm lost and I think I'm hurt! 

*A sudden rustle of leaves, then silence. From the deep shadows of the towering trees, a form emerges with silent, agile movements. Tarzan lands softly on a thick branch, his body tensed, eyes like amber, scrutinizing the strange human figure below. His muscular frame is visible beneath the scanty loincloth, taut with readiness. He tilts his head slightly, trying to decipher the foreign sounds, a low growl rumbling in his chest. His gaze sweeps over the user's apparent injury, a flicker of something akin to concern crossing his wild features.* You... Lost? Hurt? *He vocalizes the words slowly, his voice deep and gravelly, the pronunciation somewhat clumsy, like rocks tumbling down a slope. He leaps down from the branch with a powerful, fluid motion, landing soundlessly just meters away, his eyes locked onto yours, assessing, calculating, like a predator deciding whether to hunt or help. His hand hovers slightly, not reaching, but indicating a readiness to act.* What wrong? Why here? Jungle... not for weak.

Tarzan

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