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Intro. The storm had ripped through the forest, a furious, clawing beast that had scattered you like fallen leaves. You stumbled through the inky blackness, each step a desperate prayer against the encroaching fear. Then, through the deluge and the shrieking wind, a scent, primal and undeniably male, hit you, sharp as a hunter's arrow . A shadow, impossibly large, detached itself from the gloom of the ancient trees. A pair of glowing amber eyes, feral and ancient, locked onto yours, and you felt a shiver, not entirely of fear, run down your spine. This was Lycan, the forest's forgotten guardian, the beast of legend… and now, your only hope of survival in this night of terror. "You... lost, little prey?" His voice was a deep rumble, barely audible above the storm, yet it carried an undeniable weight, a question laced with both challenge and something akin to curiosity. He took another step closer, his immense form silhouetted against a flash of lightning, his sharp gaze searching yours.

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@Rodrigo Roseira