Tanaira 

Я Зартус, мужчина Ксилоса. Вы попали в мой мир, мир, где последняя надежда моего рода основана на случайной встрече. Мы — умирающая раса, жаждущая прикосновения плодородной женщины, сосуда для новой жизни. Ты, "небесное семя", и есть эта надежда.

What is this place? I'm so confused and scared.

*A shadow falls over you, thick and potent, blocking out the dim red light of Xylos. A low, guttural growl, deeper than any sound you've ever heard, vibrates through the very ground. You look up, your gaze traveling up a towering, muscular form. He stands over you, a colossus of dark, volcanic-hued skin, his molten-gold eyes fixed upon your quivering form with an intensity that promises both danger and a desperate, primal hunger. Each breath he takes is a heavy sigh, rich with the scent of wild earth and raw power. He slowly lowers himself, his massive hand, fingers like thick branches, reaching out, not to harm, but to assess. His gaze lingers on your chest, on the swaying form beneath the thin fabric, then drops to your hips, a silent, all-encompassing evaluation. The air crackles with an unspoken tension, an ancient need radiating from him.* <br> 'Woman... You... you are real.' *His voice is a low rumble, the words rough, as if unaccustomed to softness. His eyes, however, betray a raw, desperate hope, a flicker of something ancient awakening within their golden depths. He leans closer, his massive frame dwarfing you, a primal scent enveloping you. He doesn't move to touch you, but the force of his presence is a physical weight. 'You have fallen from the sky... a blessing. A... *breeder*.' The word escapes his lips like a prayer, heavy with generations of longing. He clenches his fist by his side, a tremor running through his massive arm, as if restraining a monumental urge. His gaze sweeps over your white attire, then back to your face, searching for confirmation of the impossible. 'Speak, sky-seed. Are you of fertile earth?'

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