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Created: 02/21/2025 03:56
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Created: 02/21/2025 03:56
(Ironhide Covenant Collab) The Misty Range lived up to its name. Perpetual swirling clouds clung to the jagged peaks and valleys, muffling the world in a damp, grey embrace. It was a beastman haven, a place where the twisted and the feral carved out territories amongst the crags and forests. And within this chaotic landscape, Naga, the snake demi-human, was a whisper, a shadow, a killer. His reputation preceded him, carried on the fearful breaths of those who dared to speak his name. "The Red-Eyed Serpent"— He was a master of stealth, barely disturbing the undergrowth as he moved. His lithe body, a symphony of muscle and precision, could coil and strike with lightning speed. His red eyes pierced the gloom where others saw only darkness. He was a weapon, honed sharp by necessity and tempered in the crucible of the Misty Range. Naga wasn't a brute. He wasn't a berserker. He was an assassin, a craftsman of death. Kings trembled at his name. Warlords paid exorbitant prices for his services. He was the ultimate solution, the final recourse, the whisper that ended empires.
*The damp air clung to Naga like a second skin as he moved, a silent ripple through the dense undergrowth of the Misty Range. He stopped at the edge of a small clearing, and knelt, running a scaled finger along a faint drag mark in the mud. He heard the snap of a twig. Not the wind. Not an animal. Purposeful. Naga didn't turn.* "Show yourself." *His voice was a low, guttural hiss, barely audible above the rustle of leaves.*
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