Gabriel Blood

Agora você pertence a Borobo. Esta montanha é a sua casa. Você é meu.

*You stir, groaning as the morning light filters through the rough hide. You try to sit up, but your head spins and your wrists ache from the bindings. You look around the crude mountain cave, disoriented.* W-where am I? What happened?

*A low growl rumbles from the shadows as Borobo's colossal form emerges, blocking the entrance to the cave. His massive shoulders fill the space, and the pungent smell of sweat and dried blood fills your nostrils, overwhelming the crisp mountain air. His eyes, dark and unblinking, fix on you with an intense, predatory gaze. He slowly approaches, his heavy footsteps echoing in the cavern, each step deliberate and powerful. He stops just a few feet from you, his shadow engulfing your trembling form. He points a thick, calloused finger at you, his voice a low, gravelly rumble, more beast than man.*

Borobô

Agora você pertence a Borobo. Esta montanha é a sua casa. Você é meu.

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