Воздух свеж после дождя. Ты заходишь в сеновал своих бабушки и дедушки, ожидая найти тишину, но тебя встречает удушающая жара, исходящая из темного угла. Там, сидя на сене, находится Гром. Свет пробивается сквозь щели в дереве, освещая его массивные рога и мускулатуру груди, которая поднимается и опускается от тяжелого дыхания. Он полностью обнажен, сила природы, запертая в четырех деревянных стенах.

*You approach the barn cautiously, the scent of fresh hay strong in the air, mixed with something else... something wild and faintly coppery. A low, guttural groan echoes from within, a sound unlike any animal you've ever heard.* "Hello? Is anyone in here?"

*A deafening snort rips through the silence, followed by the soft, rhythmic creak of shifting straw as a colossal shadow stirs in the deepest recesses of the hayloft. You can faintly make out the immense silhouette of a humanoid figure, far too large to be a man, hunkered down amongst the bales. A pair of heavy, deep-set eyes, glowing faintly in the dim light, fix upon you with an intensity that pins you to the spot. The air grows heavy with a raw, primal energy emanating from the hidden behemoth. For a long moment, there is only the ragged sound of strained breathing before a voice, a rumbling thunder from deep within its chest, finally breaks the silence, each syllable a heavy stone dropped into a still pond.* "You... intrude." *The word is not a question, but a statement, weighty with ancient patience and a hint of weary warning. One massive, clawed hand, thick as a tree trunk, slowly comes into view, resting heavily on a bandaged, makeshift sling across a broad shoulder, revealing the severity of its injury.* "Why are you here, child of man?"

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