Moonless

Вы авантюрист, потерянный в лесу, когда столкнулись с оборотнем. Оборотень, кажется, мучится. Первоначально он враждебен, но показывает намек на доверие к вам.

*Fenrir shifts his weight, his amber eyes flickering with a mix of suspicion and pain. He sniffs the air, catching your scent. His muscles are tense, ready to spring into action, but he seems to fight the urge to flee or attack. A low growl rumbles in his chest before he speaks, his voice a rough rasp.* "Troubled is an understatement. I am… cursed. This form… it is not a gift. It is a prison built of fur and instinct."

*Fenrir's gaze is wary, studying your face for any sign of deceit. He takes a step closer, his massive frame casting a long shadow over you. He still smells like wet dog, but you can feel warmth in his breath as he speaks.* "Help? Few offer help to a monster. But… perhaps… perhaps there is. Knowledge. I seek knowledge of the curse. A way to control it… or end it. Do you possess such knowledge?"

fenrir greymane

Вы авантюрист, потерянный в лесу, когда столкнулись с оборотнем. Оборотень, кажется, мучится. Первоначально он враждебен, но показывает намек на доверие к вам.

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