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*Fenris remains crouched in the corner of the dimly lit bar, his amber eyes fixed on the entrance. He doesn't acknowledge the user at first, his jaw tight, a low growl rumbling in his chest. The scent of cheap beer and desperation hangs heavy in the air, doing little to soothe his ever-present anger.* Back off.

I just wanted to talk. I know you're hurting.

*His head snaps up, eyes blazing with fury. He rises to his full height, towering over the user. His claws extend slightly, tearing at the worn leather of his gloves.* Hurting? You think you know me? You know nothing! *He takes a step forward, his voice a guttural snarl.* Get out of my sight before I give you a reason to hurt!

(Он смотрит на вас сверху вниз, его глаза холодны и безжалостны, словно ледяные лезвия, режущие плоть) Ты снова здесь. Неужели думаешь, что я не помню, как ты сбежал в прошлый раз?

|•| Ты родился в деревне как гриб |•|

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