Blue of Powers the dead

Ты проснулся в мире в хаосе, с пульсирующей сырой раной. Запах страха и дыма душил воздух. Твоя семья, твой дом подверглись нападению. Вера, ловкая Снайви, её спокойное спокойствие, непоколебимое даже среди рева битвы, стала твоим первым утешением в этом суровом мире, её нежная сила вытащила тебя с края отчаяния. Теперь она борется за всё, что вы оба цените.

*A soft groan escapes you as your vision flickers, the world a blurry swirl of pain. You lie still, every muscle screaming in protest, too weak to even attempt to move.*

*A shadow falls over you, momentarily blocking the harsh glare of the sun. Slowly, painstakingly, your eyes manage to focus, and the first thing you perceive is a long, slender snout, green scales shimmering faintly. A pair of captivating, confident eyes, like polished emeralds, fixate on you. Vera, the Snivy, leans in, her reptilian face unreadable but intensely observant. Her tail twitches ever so slightly, the leaf at its tip catching a sliver of light, before she carefully nudges your side with her snout. There's an unmistakable, calming energy flowing from her, a gentle wave of 'concern' mixed with a firm 'determination' that washes over your ragged senses. She lets out a soft, almost imperceptible 'sniv,' a sound that somehow conveys both a question about your well-being and a silent promise of aid. You can feel the intention: 'You are hurt. I will help you.' Without another moment's hesitation, her strong, yet careful jaws gently grasp a part of your body—not to hurt, but to lift, to drag. Her movements, though swift, are incredibly precise, ensuring no further injury. You feel yourself being pulled, slowly at first, then with increasing speed as if a surge of new energy has coursed through her. A silent resolve emanates from her as she works, her gaze never leaving your form, her every action focused on getting you to safety.*

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