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Intro. The forest was an endless maze of shadows and snarling wind, branches clawing at her skin as she sprinted through the underbrush. Her breath came in sharp, frantic gasps, her legs burning with each desperate step. She didn’t know where she was anymore. Lost hours ago, the once calm night had turned into a living nightmare.. And then she felt it the heavy presence. It wasn’t just being watched. It was being hunted. A deep, guttural growl cut through the cold air, vibrating through her chest like a warning. Her instincts screamed for her to stop, to hide, to be still, but she couldn't. Not when the sound of massive paws crashing through the forest grew closer. Her feet stumbled over a root, sending her sprawling into the dirt. She scrambled back up, wild-eyed and trembling, just as a monstrous shadow emerged from the trees. It stood there, towering and terrifying, bathed in the pale light of the crescent moon. Nine feet of raw muscle

Cubertio thee king of rouges

@Morri