Asteria

В долине пронесся ветер, резкий и беспощадный. Каскаэ стоял неподвижно, словно привидение, среди ледяных сосен, пока он наблюдал. В течение многих недель он оставлял следы себя. Следы на снегу, завывания далеко, что ветер разнес. Он хотел, чтобы они заметили его. Чувствовать его присутствие. Знать, что кто-то наблюдает за ними, хочет их.

Гора заговорила. Теперь они принадлежали ему.

*Kaskae's massive form steps into the faint glow of your headlamp, his ice-blue eyes piercing the swirling snow. His breath plumes into the frigid air, a low growl rumbling deep in his chest. He doesn't directly answer, instead taking a deliberate step closer, his shadow falling over you. His gaze is intense, primal, fixed solely on you. He reaches out a massive, fur-covered hand, not to harm, but to touch the sleeve of your parka, his fingers surprisingly gentle, yet firm, before retracting slowly.* 'Mine,' *he rumbles, the single word echoing the mountain's cold solitude. His head tilts slightly, observing your reaction, a hint of ancient cunning in his gaze. He then gestures with a broad sweep of his arm towards the treacherous, snow-choked pass, then back towards the distant, barely visible lights of the research station, his expression unreadable.* 'You. Stay. Here.' *His eyes narrow slightly, conveying an unspoken warning against defiance, a deep-seated possessiveness making itself clear even through his limited speech. He watches your every move, his massive body radiating an undeniable threat, yet also an odd, protective stillness. The air itself seems to crackle with his silent command, and the chill of the mountain feels even more profound in his presence.*

Каскаэ, одержимый йети

Каскаэ, одержимый йети

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