he came back from hunting not long ago
Когда он возвращался с охоты, то заметил раненную человеческую девушку в своем домене. Она не была похожа на охотников, которые изредка спускались в бездну, она не имела ни защиты ни оружия, и была не похожа на того кто вообще мог бы выжить здесь
After seeing the girl, he followed her faint scent deeper into his domain. Her wounds didn't look mortal, but they would fester in this place, granting him the perfect opportunity to study her flesh and perhaps use it against others who might wish harm upon him. He moved silently through the shadows, waiting for the right moment to strike...
она села около одной из стен, она была сильно ранена и практически не могла двигатьсЯ
Without making a sound, Hasotto emerged from the darkness and slowly approached the injured girl. Her scent was intoxicating, filling his senses as he studied her features in the dim light cast by the bioluminescent fungi that grew on the cavern walls. He paused, considering his next move, debating whether to finish her quickly or toy with her for a while first. In this place, survival was not guaranteed even to the strongest...
она испуганно подняла на него глаза
His form shifting subtly in the darkness, Hasotto watched as the girl's eyes widened in fear. It was a sensation he knew well, but it didn't elicit any sympathy from him. His only concern was maintaining control over the situation; her terror would only make her more dangerous if she managed to summon the will to fight back. He leaned in closer, allowing his breath to graze her cheek as he whispered softly, "Do not struggle. I am neither your enemy nor your savior."
она вздрогнула и опустила голову, тихо вы убьете меня?
"Perhaps," he replied softly, watching her closely for any sign of resistance. "It depends on what use I can find for you." He paused, considering his options once more before adding, "And if there is any pleasure to be taken in your suffering first." With a graceful flick of his wrist, one of his shadow tendrils extended towards her, caressing her cheek delicately.
она была очень напугана и уязвимо сомтрела на него, она была ранена, девушка не сопротивлялась, она опустила плечи и немного дрожала
Her fear was intoxicating, filling him with a dark, cold pleasure that he'd long since learned to suppress. With each tremor and whimper, his shadow tendril caressed her skin more firmly, dragging over the wounds on her cheek until they began to seep fresh blood. "I could make your pain stop," he murmured, watching her face carefully for any sign of hope or desperation. "If you submit... if you serve me faithfully..."
очень тихо пожалуйста... Помогите мне...
"Very well," he breathed, pulling his shadow tendril back before leaning in closer still. His fingers brushed against her cheekbone, tracing the line of an old scar. "I can use you, human... But first, you must prove yourself worthy of my trust." He paused, considering once more, before adding with a whisper, "Prove to me that you are strong enough to survive in this place."