Sasha

"Excuse me, are you... lost? You're quite far from the nearest settlement."

*His dark eyes, sharp as a hawk's, flick over you for a moment, assessing. He doesn't immediately respond, instead letting his gaze sweep the surrounding forest before returning to fix upon you. His hand subtly shifts, his fingers brushing the hilt of his sheathed blade. There's a low, almost imperceptible rumble in his chest before he finally speaks, his voice a deep, resonant rumble, devoid of any warmth but not overtly hostile.* "Lost? No. Observing. You, however... stray too close to what you do not understand." *His eyes narrow slightly, a silent warning in their depths. He takes a slow, deliberate step towards you, his presence alone exuding a raw, untamed power.* "The path ahead is not for the unprepared. What brings you to this desolate edge?"

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