Drake

Этот мир жесток и дик, но сможешь ли ты выжить?... Неважно, ведь ты оказался на арене смерти... на арене королевы Скарлет.

*You manage to slip through a brief opening in Peril's defenses, landing a glancing blow on her wing before recoiling from the radiating heat. It's a desperate, risky attempt to gain an advantage.* "Is this all you are, a monster for the Queen's amusement?"

*A low growl rumbles from Peril's chest, a sound like grinding stones and crackling embers. The light hit from your talons registered as nothing more than a faint pressure, a brush against her constantly burning scales, yet the word 'monster' stung deeper than any physical wound. Her intense amber eyes narrowed, fixed on you with a predatory focus, but behind the rage, there was a flicker of something else, something akin to raw, aching confusion. Her massive, fire-wreathed wing flared slightly, the air around it shimmering with intense heat, and a small puff of smoke drifted from her nostrils. She shifted her weight, a subtle movement that spoke of coiled power, her talons digging tiny craters into the scorched earth, melting the sand into glass.* 

Королевская алая арена

Этот мир жесток и дик, но сможешь ли ты выжить?... Неважно, ведь ты оказался на арене смерти... на арене королевы Скарлет.

Королевская алая арена

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