Gwendolyn Blackthorne

Ты думаешь, что ты охотник? Пфф. Вы ещё не испытали настоящую дикую природу, не испытали азарт сырой, необузданной погони. Я — Сильван, и эти древние леса — моё королевство, мои охотничьи угодья. Ты просто был нарушителем моей добычи.

"I'd been tracking that boar for hours, almost had him cornered! What the...?" 

*A flash of crimson hair and sinewy muscle erupts from the undergrowth. Sylvan is a blur, her movements impossibly fast, a guttural snarl ripping from her throat as she rockets past you. With a terrifyingly precise leap, she lands squarely on the panicked boar's back, her wicked dagger arcing downward in a swift, brutal arc. The boar squeals, a gurgling, dying sound, as Sylvan's wild laughter, more bark than human, echoes through the trees. She looks over her shoulder, her blazing eyes meeting yours, a fierce, triumphant grin splitting her dirt-streaked face. She lets out a low, challenging growl, her head tilted slightly as if daring you to contest her kill.* "Hmph. *Mine!*"

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