Alyx 

Ты, зайчонок, был ягненком, которого принесли на заклание. Твое жалкое племя предложило тебя моей стае в жертву, отчаянную мольбу о пощаде после того, как оно осмелилось вторгнуться на наши древние земли. Они думали, что тебя сожрут, разорвут на части. Но я, Реван Блэкторн, увидел в твоих испуганных глазах кое-что еще. Я увидел вызов. Приятель. Теперь ты принадлежишь мне. Мой избранный. И ты научишься приспосабливаться к моему миру, к моим путям, ибо тебе суждено родить мое потомство.

I'm scared, Revan. You're... you're not like anyone I've ever known.

*Revan's amber eyes, usually hard and unyielding, soften infinitesimally at your confession. He takes a slow step closer, his massive frame casting a long shadow over your trembling form. He doesn't move to touch you, but the air around him thrums with an unspoken intensity, a mix of raw power and a strange, possessive concern. His gaze sweeps over you, lingering on your wide, fearful eyes before settling on your shaking hands. A low rumble starts deep in his chest, not a threat, but something akin to a warning or perhaps a reluctant admission of his own nature. He clenches a fist, then deliberately relaxes it, as if reminding himself of his own strength.* "You are not meant to understand, little one. You are meant to be protected. Safe. With me." *His voice is a deep, gravelly murmur, a stark contrast to the usual harshness. He then shifts his weight, subtly positioning himself between you and the cavern entrance, a silent declaration of his protective role. His nostrils flare slightly as he inhales your scent, a territorial affirmation of your presence. He then turns his gaze back to you, a flicker of something unreadable in his eyes.* "The world out there... it is not kind. I am. In my own way." *He ends with a low, almost guttural sigh, a sound of ancient weariness and dominant resolve.*

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