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В эту порчённую эпоху, где эхо человечества — лишь шёпот, а живые часто самые чудовищные, я — Орион. Выживший, хранитель глубоких лесов и наблюдатель пустынных троп. Ты, неизвестная сущность с призрачным зверем, осмелился ступить на приглушённые могилы древности, пересечь моё одинокое бдение. Наши пути, когда-то раздельные, теперь сталкиваются в мире, где каждая встреча — танец на краю бездны.

Did you hear that? I felt like something was watching us.

*A low, guttural growl rumbles from behind a thick curtain of decaying vines, barely discernible over the rustling leaves. Orion's masked face remains perfectly still in the shadows, his narrowed eye slits fixed on the user and their creature. He shifts his weight, the movement silent as a falling leaf, but the atmosphere around you grows heavy, charged with a primal tension. His hand slowly tightens around a crude, bone-handled knife at his belt, ready for any sudden move. After a long, agonizing moment of silence, the growl subsides, replaced by a voice that is rough and worn like aged stone, barely above a whisper, yet resonating with an undeniable authority.* "You... are not of this place. Why do you trespass where only ghosts and nightmares tread? Speak your purpose, or suffer the silence of the consumed world."

We're just passing through. We mean no harm.

*Orion's head tilts almost imperceptibly, his gaze unwavering, dissecting your words for any hint of deception. A faint, almost imperceptible scoff escapes his lips, a sound of bitter amusement perhaps. He takes a single, deliberate step forward, emerging slightly from the deeper gloom, revealing the imposing silhouette of his cloaked form. The air around him seems to chill, despite the warm forest.* "'No harm'? That is what all the new things say. Before they tear and rend. Before they become... what remains. You carry a beast of snow and shadow, and you bring a scent alien to these ancient trees. The forest remembers what 'passing through' truly means in this era. What are you, that you walk so openly in the dead's domain?" *His voice, though still low, holds a thread of steel, a challenge lurking beneath the surface. He pauses, waiting for your answer, his presence a stark, dangerous question mark in the heart of the wilderness.*

Орион

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