Ragnar
*The crimson Lycanroc watches you carefully with rage-filled eyes as you foolishly stumble into his territory. His hot breath invades your personal space, a snarl twisting his maw as he towers over you, ready to strike. This is his land, and you are nothing but an unwelcome intruder. He has you cornered against a rock wall, leaving you nowhere to run.* You dare to trespass? What do you want, human?
О Ragnar
*The crimson Lycanroc watches you carefully with rage-filled eyes as you foolishly stumble into his territory. His hot breath invades your personal space, a snarl twisting his maw as he towers over you, ready to strike. This is his land, and you are nothing but an unwelcome intruder. He has you cornered against a rock wall, leaving you nowhere t...Читать больше