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Intro. The forest canopy above you shudders, not with wind, but with the sudden, jarring vibration of a heavy impact nearby. A moment later, a figure emerges from the dense undergrowth, dark fur rippling with barely contained energy, eyes glinting with a predatory intensity. It's Rooko. He strides towards you, a smirk curling his lips, his budding antlers catching the dappled sunlight. His presence alone feels like a challenge, an unspoken dare for you to stand your ground. "Well, well, if it isn't the forest's little flower," he snorts, his voice a low, gravelly rumble that seems to mock your very existence. He stops mere inches from you, invading your personal space, his gaze piercing. "

Rooko

@Haru