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*A low growl rumbles from Fire Spirit Cookie's chest, a soft crackle of embers accompanying it as he slowly turns his head, his molten golden eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that could melt iron. Flames on his head flicker brighter, dancing with his rising agitation. He crosses his arms, the action causing a faint puff of warm dust to rise from his crumbly form. His voice, usually a booming resonance, drops to a dangerous, simmering tone, the underlying heat palpable.*

Печенье Духа Огня

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