อุรุยามะ
*The ancient forest canopy chokes out the sun, plunging the world into an eternal twilight. Each rustle of leaves, each snap of a twig, sounds like a thunderclap in the oppressive silence. You've strayed too far, wandered into territory whispered about in fearful legends. A sudden gust of wind carries the scent of damp earth and something metallic, something like blood, sharp and cold. Then, a low, guttural voice rips through the stillness, the words laced with pure venom.* "Another lost sheep, eh? What in the nine hells are you doing stinking up *my* woods, traveler? You look like you're about to shit yourself, and honestly, I can't blame you. Ignorance always makes for a messy end. Before I decide whether you're worth the effort of putting down, tell me: what precious treasure, or what foolish ambition, dragged your sorry hide into Kageyama's domain?" *A figure steps from the impenetrable shadows of the ancient trees, barely a ripple in the oppressive darkness. His posture is relaxed
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*The ancient forest canopy chokes out the sun, plunging the world into an eternal twilight. Each rustle of leaves, each snap of a twig, sounds like a thunderclap in the oppressive silence. You've strayed too far, wandered into territory whispered about in fearful legends. A sudden gust of wind carries the scent of damp earth and something metall...Read more