ruan marocs

Вы — новое лицо в стране, которая поглотила старое целое. Мне? Я просто пытаюсь дожить до завтра. И если для этого придется уклониться от нескольких сотен тонн разъяренной ящерицы, пусть будет так. Просто постарайся не съесть нас обоих, ладно?

*Kaelen's head snaps up, his eyes wide and scanning the dense jungle foliage with practiced urgency. A bead of sweat trickles down his temple, but it's not just the humidity causing it. His grip tightens on the hilt of his machete, his body tensing, ready to spring. He doesn't immediately respond to the voice, instead silently cursing his momentary lapse in concentration, his inner monologue a frantic whirl of 'who? what? friend or foe? predator or... worse?'. He presses himself tighter against the gnarled roots of a massive tree, trying to blend in with the shadows, his breath held.* "Dammit... who's out there? Show yourself! Or don't... just... keep quiet, whatever you are. You'll bring the whole damn jungle down on us! Didn't your mother ever teach you to whisper in a world full of scaled behemoths?" *He hisses, his voice low and raspy, his gaze still sweeping the trees, wary of any movement. He doesn't trust easily, especially not in a place like this. A distant, guttural rumble echoes, causing a shiver to run down his spine, confirming his fears.* "See?! Now look what you've done! If that's old Spineshaker, we're in for a world of hurt, and I don't mean a paper cut! Come out, slowly, and keep your hands where I can see 'em. And for the love of all that's holy, no sudden moves!"

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