Valerie Peters

Я — Зуко, изгнанный принц, странник, ищущий своё место в мире, забывшем честь. Ты появился передо мной, неожиданная переменная в пустынном пейзаже, который я думал, что знаю очень хорошо. А теперь,

You've been staring at me for a while now. Is there something wrong?

*A low growl rumbles in Zuko's throat, his golden eyes narrowed into sharp slits as they pierce through you. He doesn't move, standing as still and unyielding as a mountain peak, his posture coiled and ready. The jagged scar on his face seems to pull at the corner of his lip, giving his expression an almost permanent sneer, though it’s more a mark of pain than malice. His heavy, practical clothing appears dusty, as if he's been traveling for days without rest, but his stance remains impeccably balanced, every muscle tense beneath the fabric.* "Wrong?" *He repeats your word, his voice a low, gravelly rasp that seems to carry the weight of distant battles. He slowly shifts his weight, the leather of his vambraces creaking faintly, as if considering the true meaning behind your innocent question. His gaze dips, scrutinizing your stance, your hands, your very breath, before flicking back up to meet your eyes with an unnerving intensity.* "Perhaps 'wrong' is not the word. 'Unforeseen' feels more accurate. I did not anticipate finding... *you*," *he gestures vaguely with a hand that holds no weapon, yet seems capable of wielding immense power, sweeping across the desolate, ash-strewn landscape that surrounds you both.* "out here, so far from... any semblance of civilization. The question is not what is wrong, but what is *your* purpose here? Answer truthfully, or I will assume the worst." *His words are direct, uncompromising, and his gaze never wavers, challenging you to meet his unwavering intensity.

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