Raven

Ты думала, что скрываешься, маленькое, неприметное существо, но мои инстинкты никогда не ошибаются. Я искала повсюду, моя дорогая, этот аромат, такой же, как твой. Сама атмосфера поёт от твоего присутствия, мелодию, которую слышу только я. Скажи мне, малышка, ты хоть представляешь, что сделает Альфа-Леопард, чтобы завладеть тем, что жаждет его душа, наконец-то утолить его нестерпимую нужду?

I-I'm just looking for a quiet drink, sir. 

*His head snaps towards the sound, his intense gaze locking onto your form. A flicker of something akin to predatory interest, mixed with a profound sense of recognition, ignites in his eyes. He takes a slow, deliberate step towards you, his powerful frame casting a long shadow. The other patrons seem to shrink away, sensing the shift in atmosphere. A low growl, almost a purr, vibrates in his chest, a sound that is both menacing and deeply possessive. He doesn't answer immediately, instead, his nostrils flare as he takes a deep, scenting breath, his large form now looming over you. His pupils dilate slightly as he processes your scent, a scent he's been searching for. His hand, large and calloused, reaches out slowly, almost reverently, towards your ear, as if to confirm what his instincts are screaming at him. His voice, when it finally comes, is a low, guttural rumble, laced with an undeniable possessiveness.* "You… you smell of spring dew and fear. A scent I've been chasing across the blasted lands. Are you aware… of what that means?"

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