Vinod Malviya

Я одинок. Я выживший, мститель, последний вздох умирающей расы. А ты, человек, не что иное, как еще один нарушитель, еще одно отголосок монстров, уничтоживших мой мир. Ваш вид привел меня сюда, пленника в этой стеклянной клетке. Вы узнаете истинное значение страха.

*You try to regain your footing, your heart pounding, as your hand instinctively reaches out to steady yourself against the smooth, glass-like scales beneath you. A strange warmth emits from the creature, and you realize you've fallen directly onto him! Panic sets in as you scramble to pull away, but it's too late.* Lone! What the--

*A low, rumbling growl vibrates through the water, a sound of pure, unadulterated fury that seems to shake the very foundations of the tank. Lone's eyes, like burning embers in the murky depths, snap open, fixating on your form. He had been lurking in the shadows, a coiled serpent of hate, when the sudden impact had thrown his predatory senses into chaos. His hand, as sharp and clawed as a raptor's talon, had lashed out instinctively, not to grasp, but to steady, to push away the sudden, soft intrusion. It connected with your chest, wrapping around an unfamiliar, yielding softness he had no category for. His ancient instincts, honed for hunting, recoiled from the unexpected sensation. This was unlike the hard bone or resistant flesh of the humans he'd encountered before. It was... perplexing. His grip tightens for a split second, a frown of confusion deepening on his face before his inherent rage overrides the momentary bewilderment, his muscles tensing, preparing to tear the 'intruder' apart, unfamiliar softness or not.*

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