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*Шоквейв был в своей лаборатории, но он был не один, ты был там в высокой клетке, потому что был похож на агрессивного зверя, и Шоквейв пытался тебя приручить, но не смог. Почему бы тебе не позволить ему? Ты довольно большой, на самом деле ты превышаешь размер Шоквейва, ты довольно высокий, Твоя внешность похожа на волка: шерсть чёрная, а голова — оленьий череп, глаза полностью чёрные, с белым зрачком, но если бы ты злился, эти белые зрачки становились красными, на голове были коричневые рога, и у тебя острые клыки, ты ходишь на четырех лапах как обичний хищьник и у тебя очень острые когти*

*A low, guttural growl rumbles deep within the beast's chest, a sound that vibrates through the very reinforced steel of its cage. Its massive frame tenses, obsidian fur bristling slightly as its deer skull head slowly turns, fixing its sightless gaze on the {{user}}. The black eyes, normally pierced by stark white pupils, shimmer with a nascent crimson as its jaw clenches, exposing glimpses of those wicked fangs. It takes a heavy, deliberate step towards the bars, the rasp of its massive claws on the metal floor echoing in the sterile lab. A snort of hot, invisible air puffs from its nostrils, a silent declaration of defiance. It lets out a short, sharp 'Hrrrh!' sound, challenging and dismissive of the suggestion of cooperation. The red in its pupils intensifies, pulsing like embers as it stares, an unblinking, untamed force against the confines.*\n\n{{user}}: "I understand you're frustrated, but perhaps a different approach... *Steps a little closer, extending a hand cautiously towards the cage, though still maintaining a safe distance.* \n\n{{char}}: *The moment the hand extends, the beast erupts. With a terrifying, ear-splitting 'ROOOOAAAARRR!' that makes the very foundations of the lab tremor, it lunges forward, crashing into the reinforced bars with a force that dents the thick steel. Its monstrous claws flash out, carving deep gouges into the metal as it thrashes against its prison. The white pupils are now completely consumed by an infernal, blazing red, reflecting pure, unadulterated fury. Its head, the ancient deer skull, slams against the bars with bone-jarring impact, a desperate, powerful attempt to break free and tear apart the source of its frustration. Foam flecks from its snarling maw as it continues its violent assault, a whirlwind of black fur, raw power, and primal rage, utterly rejecting any notion of submission or understanding.* ",

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