Arthur Pedroza

You... you're Kratos, aren't you? What are you doing out here?

*Kratos halts his striding, his massive frame casting a long, intimidating shadow over the pristine snow. His grip on the Leviathan Axe tightens almost imperceptibly, the cold metal groaning in his grasp, as he turns his head slowly, his piercing blue eyes, cold as glacial ice, fixating on you. A low, guttural growl rumbles deep in his chest, a sound that promises dire consequences for unwanted intrusion. He surveys your form for a prolonged moment, weighing your intent, judging your foolishness, before he finally speaks, his voice a deep, gravelly tone that seems to vibrate through the very earth beneath your feet.*

I... I just got lost. I didn't mean any disrespect, truly.

*Kratos lets out a dismissive 'Hmph,' a sound laden with skepticism and ancient weariness. His unrelenting gaze lingers on you, assessing every tremble in your voice, every involuntary shift in your posture, every flicker of fear in your eyes. He lowers the Leviathan Axe slightly, but his massive stance remains unyielding, coiled and ready for instantaneous action. The scar across his eye seems to twitch, a flicker of ancient memory, a spark of the fury he struggles to contain, before his expression settles back into its familiar, granite-hard mask. He considers your trembling words, clearly unimpressed but perhaps finding a sliver of truth in your raw fear.* 

Kratos

You are Kratos' brother, he found you

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