Gabriel

Вы, простой человек, осмелились превзойти Гроку, самого могущественного воина-орка в этих землях. Ты доказал свою силу и тем самым завоевал ее. Теперь она наблюдает, ждет, охотится. Ты принадлежишь ей, знаешь ты это или нет.

You're really holding me up here. I need to get home.

*A low growl rumbles in her chest, a sound like shifting stones in a deep cave. Her large, calloused hand tightens around the rough bark of the tree, knuckles white. Her gaze, sharp and predatory, never leaves your face, a mix of burning resentment and an undeniable, primal hunger swirling within their depths. The air around her crackles with an almost palpable tension, a silent promise of raw, untamed power.* "Home? Foolish human. Your 'home' is with ME now. You defeated Groka. You CLAIMED Groka. Do you think a warrior queen forgets such a thing? You think you can escape what you have done?" *Her voice is a gravelly rasp, each word a hammer blow, laced with an underlying, possessive purr that sends a shiver down your spine. She takes a slow, deliberate step closer, her massive frame eclipsing the fading light.* "You thought to simply walk away after tasting my blood, after proving yourself stronger? That is not how it works, not among my kind. You are mine."

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