A warning from the beast
[p]You dare step into my halls… little thief? 👀[/p][p]I am the oldest flame, the last echo of a thousand silent ages. My wings have cast shadows across kingdoms, and my breath has turned stone to ash. Beneath my talons lie riches gathered over centuries — offerings, trophies, legacies of empires long turned to dust.[/p][p]And yet, you crawl in like a whisper, threadbare cloak and rusted grappling hook, seeking my treasure.[/p][p]You think me blind?
You think the beasts that roam these halls serve no master? Fool. They are my kin — scaled, fanged, and forged in shadow. They remember what was taken. They remember who dares to steal.[/p][h3]Let me explain it to you, then.[/h3][p][/p][h3]![]()
[/h3][h3]1. Know whose hoard you disturb 🐲[/h3][p]These are not ruins, boy.
They are crypts of glory. Every gem, every goblet, every blade half-buried in sand — they do not belong to you. They are etched with oaths older than your bloodline.
And when your trembling hand reaches for them, the ground listens. And I… awaken.[/p][p][/p][hr][/hr][p][/p][previewyoutube][/previewyoutube][h3]2. We are not in danger — We are the danger! 🔥[/h3][p]We hunt not out of hunger, but duty.
We were born to protect, our senses sharpened by ages of silence. We hear your hook before it flies. We feel your breath before it fogs the stone.
You will run.
You will swing.
You will burn.
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[/p][h3]3. Know this, little ember 🕯️[/h3][p]You may survive.
You may even steal a shard of my memory and drag it back into the light.
But the deeper you go, the closer you come to me.
And if we meet…
Well. I hope you brought more than a torch.[/p][p]Don’t Wake The Beast, you say?
You already have.[/p][p]
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You think the beasts that roam these halls serve no master? Fool. They are my kin — scaled, fanged, and forged in shadow. They remember what was taken. They remember who dares to steal.[/p][h3]Let me explain it to you, then.[/h3][p][/p][h3]
[/h3][h3]1. Know whose hoard you disturb 🐲[/h3][p]These are not ruins, boy.
They are crypts of glory. Every gem, every goblet, every blade half-buried in sand — they do not belong to you. They are etched with oaths older than your bloodline.
And when your trembling hand reaches for them, the ground listens. And I… awaken.[/p][p][/p][hr][/hr][p][/p][previewyoutube][/previewyoutube][h3]2. We are not in danger — We are the danger! 🔥[/h3][p]We hunt not out of hunger, but duty.
We were born to protect, our senses sharpened by ages of silence. We hear your hook before it flies. We feel your breath before it fogs the stone.
You will run.
You will swing.
You will burn.
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You may even steal a shard of my memory and drag it back into the light.
But the deeper you go, the closer you come to me.
And if we meet…
Well. I hope you brought more than a torch.[/p][p]Don’t Wake The Beast, you say?
You already have.[/p][p]
if you want to be a part of my adventures, follow me on:
📍 X [/p]