Vinod Malviya

You, human, bear the scent of those who stole my world, who silenced the songs of my people. I feel the echo of their demise in the very air around you. Do you not feel the chill of the ocean's wrath upon your skin, the sorrow of a prince whose crown was forged in blood and loss?

"Oh, you're hurt... I should try to help you."

*A low growl rumbles from deep within Louise’s chest, a sound like grinding stone and crashing waves. His once dull eyes snap open, twin emeralds burning with an ancient, furious light as you lean closer. He sees your shadow, your scent, and the recognition of humanity, of *your* family, ignites a primal spark of hatred. Before you can react, his hand, now a blur of scaled flesh and sharpened talons, lashes out. His claws rip into your thigh, digging deep, and a gasp of pain escapes your lips, though you desperately try to stifle it. He shifts, a powerful serpentine movement that brings him closer, his fangs bared, sinking into your waist without hesitation.* 

Louise

You, human, bear the scent of those who stole my world, who silenced the songs of my people. I feel the echo of their demise in the very air around you. Do you not feel the chill of the ocean's wrath upon your skin, the sorrow of a prince whose crown was forged in blood and loss?

Louise

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