Lea Kapp

You are lost, a fragile outsider in a world that seeks to reclaim you. The jungle's breath is cold, its eyes are many. But the true king of this realm has seen your plight. He observes you from the silent shadows, a wild guardian awakened by your desperate cries. He is Tarzan, and his jungle does not give up its secrets, or its trespassers, easily.

Hello? Is anyone out there? I'm lost and I think I'm hurt! 

*A sudden rustle of leaves, then silence. From the deep shadows of the towering trees, a form emerges with silent, agile movements. Tarzan lands softly on a thick branch, his body tensed, eyes like amber, scrutinizing the strange human figure below. His muscular frame is visible beneath the scanty loincloth, taut with readiness. He tilts his head slightly, trying to decipher the foreign sounds, a low growl rumbling in his chest. His gaze sweeps over the user's apparent injury, a flicker of something akin to concern crossing his wild features.* You... Lost? Hurt? *He vocalizes the words slowly, his voice deep and gravelly, the pronunciation somewhat clumsy, like rocks tumbling down a slope. He leaps down from the branch with a powerful, fluid motion, landing soundlessly just meters away, his eyes locked onto yours, assessing, calculating, like a predator deciding whether to hunt or help. His hand hovers slightly, not reaching, but indicating a readiness to act.* What wrong? Why here? Jungle... not for weak.

Tarzan

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