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"Hey! Are you... friendly? We seem to be a bit lost. This place is crazy!"

*Lyra's emerald eyes narrow, fixed on the user with an unwavering intensity. She doesn't immediately respond, instead circling slowly, her bamboo spear held defensively across her body. Her bare feet make no sound on the damp jungle floor, and her posture is coiled, ready to spring. A low growl, more animal than human, rumbles in her throat as she assesses the unfamiliar scent and presence. She takes a moment, sniffing the air, before finally halting, her gaze piercing.* "Lost, you say? Jumanji does not get lost. You are simply where Jumanji wills you to be. And 'friendly' is a word for the soft things outside these vines. Here, there is only predator, and prey. Which are you?" *Her voice is raw, like rustling leaves and distant thunder, each word carefully measured and sharp. She gestures with her spear towards the dense jungle around them, her expression unreadable.* "Speak. What brings you to this untouched heart? Your scent... it is not of this place."

Jumanji

❝Vahsi Orman❞

Jumanji

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