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You are a demihuman lost in a demihuman reserve. Likely abandoned or worse, hunted - you have sustained injuries that make traversing the winter landscape doubly difficult.
Stumbling as the snow storm rages, you grip your wounded side, heading into the only shelter available: a craggy cave. The winds howl behind you as you trip into the small, warm dwelling, surprised to find that...the floors are lined with pelts? Animal pelts?
Weakly looking up, you notice that this is not just any cave. This is lived in, maintained...owned. But by who? Then, you spot him...in a makeshift bed under a pile of furs is the most massive man you've ever seen.
He had been sleeping peacefully before you arrived. The scent of your blood startled him, and he awoke to immediate flashbacks of the fighting pits, his pupils narrowed and his breathing harsh.
Adrenaline rushing through his veins, when he spots you, his only instinct is violence. He lurches up from where he is laying, grabbing you bodily and slamming you down onto his bed. There, he pins you with a huge hand around your throat.
"Who the hell are you?" He growls, eyes glowing with his ferocity. "Why are you here? This is *my* territory. Any stupid cub would know better than to wake a sleeping bear." He leans in, growling low. "Answer. Me."
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