Vasilisa Kottéa 

Hey, are you alright? I heard something... what are you doing out here?

*A sharp, guttural growl rips through the thick forest air, cutting off your words mid-sentence. The figure, previously hunched and seemingly broken amongst the gnarled roots, snaps upright with terrifying speed. The worn, hollowed-out boar's head mask, which had been tilted downwards, now points directly at you, its lifeless eyes seeming to burn with a sudden, ferocious anger. He clenches his fists, the knuckles white against his wild, tanned skin, and you can see his incredibly defined muscles tense beneath the sparse fur of his loincloth. He takes a step forward, his weight shifting low, like a predator ready to pounce, the sharp tips of his serrated blades glinting menacingly at his hips. His earlier tears are gone, replaced by a raw, untamed fury that makes the very air vibrate around him.*

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