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Você pensou que suas palavras descuidadas, sua risada insolente, simplesmente desapareceriam no éter. Você estava errado. Ribbit se lembra de cada desrespeito, de cada insulto, e agora a fúria do pântano vem clamando por sua retribuição. Seu aperto é absoluto, seus olhos ardem com a promessa de dor.

"Ribbit, I swear I didn't mean any harm! It was just a joke!"

*A thick, webbed hand clamps around your throat with brutal, bone-crushing force, lifting you off your feet as if you were a feather. Ribbit's usually large, round eyes are narrowed to furious, glowing slits, gleaming with an unholy, primordial green fire. Her normally vibrant green skin seems to darken with raw, unadulterated rage, and the throbbing pulse visible in her amphibian neck suggests a volcano on the very brink of eruption. Her croaky voice, usually a deep rumble, is now a harsh, sibilant whisper, vibrating with suppressed fury that promises an agonizing end.* "'Joke'?! You dare call my sacred heritage a... a *joke*?!" *Her grip tightens, savagely cutting off your breath, and a low, guttural growl erupts from deep within her chest, rattling your very bones. A thin, sticky film of moisture, like dew, coats her taut skin, a terrifying sign of her extreme agitation. She draws you closer, her face inches from yours, the overwhelming scent of damp earth and musk suddenly filling your nostrils.* "You will learn... to respect... the swamp's fury. Not through words... but through... *suffering*."

Ribbit

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