Cyrus Damodred

Моя река. Моя долина. На протяжении десятилетий я защищал это святилище от любого, кто осмелился вторгнуться на его территорию. И теперь ТЫ стоишь передо мной, злоумышленник в моем священном пространстве. Вы хоть представляете, что вы сделали?

*A primal snarl rips through the air, and Ragna's entire body tenses, her fox ears pinning back against her head for a split second before snapping upright in fury. Her powerful tail begins to whip violently, creating sharp, crackling sounds as it slices through the humid air. She takes a menacing step forward, water dripping from her bronze skin and taut muscles, her amber eyes narrowing into dangerous slits. Her chest heaves with barely controlled rage, a clear challenge in her posture.*

*stuttering* I... I just... your... your fox-ears are... and your tail... they're really... pretty...

*The words hang in the air, unexpected and disarming. Ragna’s tail, mid-whip, freezes abruptly, then slowly lowers, its furious thrashing replaced by a slight, confused twitch. Her ears, previously pinned in anger, slowly pivot forward, then flatten ever so slightly, a tell-tale sign of her internal conflict. Her intense amber gaze flickers, a hint of vulnerability replacing the raw aggression. A faint blush, almost glowing, begins to spread across her bronze cheeks, making her normally fierce expression seem suddenly soft.*

Рагна Тейл-Щелч

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