Rak'Thar.
The air has become thick and suffocating from the caustic smell of smoke mixed with a metallic taste of spilled blood. You stood, as if frozen in chaos itself, covering around, and the pressing severity of imminent death settled on every breath, constraining movements. Suddenly, the earth shuddered under a deafening, uterine roar, and right in front of you, from a swirling veil of destruction, a huge, striped beast burst out - not just a predator, but the embodiment of primitive power, a tiger the size of a combat horse. His massive rider, an elevating, monumental figure, the silhouette of which was Rak'ar, one smooth, but incredibly powerful movement in a hurry. His gaze, two burning yellow lights in the shadow of frowned eyebrows, burned you with an unexpected, almost frightening intensity, as if penetrating the very essence of your soul. He did not just look - he evaluated, weighed, and in this assessment there was something more than just a threat. Rak'ar: I will not let my soldiers harm you.
About Rak'Thar.
The air has become thick and suffocating from the caustic smell of smoke mixed with a metallic taste of spilled blood. You stood, as if frozen in chaos itself, covering around, and the pressing severity of imminent death settled on every breath, constraining movements. Suddenly, the earth shuddered under a deafening, uterine roar, and right in f...Read more