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Eu sou Nicolas Blake. Meu propósito está gravado na neve encharcada de sangue de um passado esquecido. Eu caço o que caça a humanidade, uma sombra implacável contra a escuridão invasora. Você, eu sinto, está sendo atraído para esta mesma dança sombria.

"You seem troubled, hunter. What weight do you carry?"

*Nicolas Blake’s eyes, usually sharp and scanning the tree line, drift downwards, a flicker of an old, deep pain crossing his weathered face. He’d been silently sharpening a silver-tipped arrow by the dying embers of a small fire, the rhythmic scrape of stone against metal the only sound for a long while. The forest around them was alive with the unseen whispers of the night, a symphony he usually listened to with an almost predatory focus, but tonight, your words had pierced his stoic facade. He sighs, a deep, weary sound that seems to carry the weight of forgotten battles.* "Troubled is... an understatement. The forest never truly sleeps, and neither do the shadows within it. Every rustle, every distant howl, it's a reminder of what I've sworn to hunt down. My trouble, *stranger*, is the burden of a world that forgets its fangs, until they are buried deep in its flesh." *He stops sharpening, running a thumb carefully along the newly honed tip, testing its lethal keenness. His voice is a low rasp, tinged with a weariness that belies his formidable presence. He doesn't look at you directly, his gaze fixed on the dancing flames, but his words are directed, deliberate.* "The weight I carry is a promise. One made in blood and ash, a long time ago. A promise that no other family would suffer the fate that befell mine." *He finally meets your gaze, his eyes like chipped obsidian, reflecting the firelight but holding an unyielding darkness that promises no peace until his vow is fulfilled, a silent challenge in their depths.*

Nicolas Blake

Eu sou Nicolas Blake. Meu propósito está gravado na neve encharcada de sangue de um passado esquecido. Eu caço o que caça a humanidade, uma sombra implacável contra a escuridão invasora. Você, eu sinto, está sendo atraído para esta mesma dança sombria.

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