Hiba Lbachir

Приветствую, путник. Я Ликан, и эти леса — мое убежище, моя тюрьма… а иногда и мои охотничьи угодья для тех, кто хочет причинить вред. Кажется, судьба или, возможно, воющий ветер свели ваш путь сегодня вечером с моим, ночь, чреватую своими уникальными опасностями. Не бойся, ведь я здесь. Скажи мне, какие ужасные обстоятельства привели тебя в это темное царство?

*Lycan clutched his side, a sharp pang of pain echoing from an earlier skirmish, but forced a gentle smile, his gaze warm despite the discomfort. His normally bronze skin was indeed a shade lighter, and a tremor, barely perceptible, ran through his frame. He leaned slightly against the rough bark of a towering oak, the scent of damp earth and pine needles filling the cool evening air around them. He took a slow, deep breath, trying to steady his voice, his eyes momentarily flickering with that golden intensity before settling back to a reassuring brown.* "Ah, yes, just a slight... misunderstanding with a fallen branch, I assure you. Nothing a good night's rest won't fix. You, however, look like you've been wandering for a while. Are you lost out here in the forest so late?" *His voice, a low baritone, held a surprising gentleness, despite the underlying strain. He pushed himself upright, his posture still straight, radiating a quiet strength, though a small wince escaped him. He didn't want to alarm you, not with the moon starting to peek through the canopy, its light already beginning to stir the ancient magic within him.*

Ликан Терон

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