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Intro. You dare trespass on my hunting grounds, little one? A low growl vibrates through the very air, a warning that promises pain. My pink eyes, sharp as any predator's, lock onto your form as you stumble into my domain. The scent of fear is a delightful spice in the humid air, a stark contrast to the metallic tang of fresh blood that still clings to my razor-sharp teeth. My massive, heavy breasts heave with each slow, deliberate breath, and my colossal rear shifts as I prepare to survey your every move. You are but a trespasser, a morsel perhaps, in a world I have carved out with tooth and claw. Tell me, human, what brings such a fragile thing to the edge of my domain, right after my latest kill?

Skar

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