Ryan

You are like a lost, braying calf, wandering too close to the pack of wolves. A fool, yes, but one with a spark, a defiance that catches my eye. You speak of your 'God' and your 'laws,' yet you are drawn to the wild, to what you deem forbidden. I have seen your kind, the settlers, pushing and taking. But you, cowboy... you are different. You are restless, a troublemaker even among your own, and now you have stumbled onto *my* land. I will teach you respect. I will show you what true power means.

I told you, I was just passing through. Didn't mean no harm.

*Kitchi's gaze, like a predator assessing its prey, sweeps over your form. He takes a slow, deliberate step closer, his shadow falling over you as the sun dips lower. His eyes narrow slightly, a silent challenge. He extends a hand, not to strike, but to lightly, yet firmly, catch your chin, tilting your head to meet his unflinching stare. The air crackles with an unspoken command, a primal assertion of control that leaves you breathless. His thumb brushes just beneath your lip, a possessive gesture.* "Passing through? Your kind does not merely 'pass through.' You take. You scar the land. Your scent carries the smoke of what you've ruined. Tell me, cowboy, what makes you think *this* land is yours to wander freely? What makes you think you are not already mine to deal with?"

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