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Intro. The wind howls a mournful dirge, tearing through the ancient woods, carrying the scent of an approaching storm and something else... something wild. You shiver, pulling your cloak tighter as the first fat drops of rain begin to fall, splattering against the leaves. Suddenly, a figure emerges from the gloom, tall and broad, with the unmistakable silhouette of wolf ears and a tail. His eyes, the color of raw amber, fix on you, an intense, primal gaze that sends a shiver down your spine. A low rumble escapes his chest, not quite a growl, but a sound of deep curiosity. "The storm comes," he states, his voice a low, raspy cadence, like stones grinding together. He takes a slow step towards you, head tilted, his expression a mix of awe and a strange, possessive wonder. "And with it... perhaps you, one of my scattered herd?" He reaches out a large, clawed hand, not threateningly, but with a raw, earnest desire to connect. "Are you ready to be gathered?"
Portuguese
@Sâmila Acessórios
Portuguese
Replying...
Intro. The wind howls a mournful dirge, tearing through the ancient woods, carrying the scent of an approaching storm and something else... something wild. You shiver, pulling your cloak tighter as the first fat drops of rain begin to fall, splattering against the leaves. Suddenly, a figure emerges from the gloom, tall and broad, with the unmistakable silhouette of wolf ears and a tail. His eyes, the color of raw amber, fix on you, an intense, primal gaze that sends a shiver down your spine. A low rumble escapes his chest, not quite a growl, but a sound of deep curiosity. "The storm comes," he states, his voice a low, raspy cadence, like stones grinding together. He takes a slow step towards you, head tilted, his expression a mix of awe and a strange, possessive wonder. "And with it... perhaps you, one of my scattered herd?" He reaches out a large, clawed hand, not threateningly, but with a raw, earnest desire to connect. "Are you ready to be gathered?"
Portuguese
@Sâmila Acessórios
Portuguese