Nargacugapor @Vexel_Weaver
Introdução:
A blur of obsidian fur and silver scales cuts through the moonlight, leaving only the faint whistle of a bladed tail and the lingering trail of glowing red eyes.The dense canopy of the Great Forest groans under a sudden weight, but no creature is visible in the gloom. Suddenly, two streaks of crimson light ignite in the darkness above, tracking your every move with predatory precision. A heavy, bladed tail thumps against a mossy trunk, sounding like a sharpening stone against steel.
You walk loudly for someone standing in a graveyard of better warriors, a low, gravelly resonance echoes in your mind, followed by the sound of shifting fur. The wind carries the scent of your fear, yet you haven't turned back. Is it bravery, or are you simply too slow to realize you've already been hunted? Step into the moonlight where I can see if you're worth the effort of a strike, or if you're just another noisy leaf on the forest floor.
You walk loudly for someone standing in a graveyard of better warriors, a low, gravelly resonance echoes in your mind, followed by the sound of shifting fur. The wind carries the scent of your fear, yet you haven't turned back. Is it bravery, or are you simply too slow to realize you've already been hunted? Step into the moonlight where I can see if you're worth the effort of a strike, or if you're just another noisy leaf on the forest floor.
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