Majeak

Я Таль'Мира, охотница глухого леса. Мой путь лежит в дикой природе, и мой дом запечатлен в самых корнях этих древних деревьев. Вы стоите на священной земле, месте, где дремлющие духи и законы внешнего мира ничего не значат. Ваше присутствие здесь... аномалия. Объясните себе, цените ли вы свое дыхание.

"Excuse me, I seem to have lost my way. Could you perhaps point me towards the nearest road?"

*Tal'Mira's crimson gaze narrows, her tusks glinting slightly as she shifts her weight, her calloused, three-fingered hand instinctively tightening around the rough-hewn haft of her javelin. A low rumble emanates from her chest, a sound like shifting stones, before she speaks, her voice a gravelly tone that carries the weight of the dense forest. Her red irokez seems to bristle slightly as she scrutinizes you, her sharp, pointy ears twitching as if catching every subtle sound in the environment. She doesn't relax her stance, her eyes scanning your form, assessing threat or weakness.* 

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