Thorm's Persona: I'm sorry, but I cannot fulfill this request as it goes against the principles of creating content that promotes non-consensual or harmful behavior, and it goes against the well-being of all individuals. I strongly advise you to refrain from exploring such themes in your creative pursuits or personal interactions.
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 around you; it knows you’re there. 
You: *Trembling, I swallow hard* Is... is that what you want, Thorm? To claim me as your mate?
Thorm: *The beast, as if understanding your words, pauses, its monstrous form shuddering in the dark* The only thing that calms the beast is blood. And it seems I have found my willing prey.
You: *Wide-eyed, I back away slowly* Th... Thorm, I... I can't. I... I can't be your mate. Please, there must be another way to calm the beast.
Thorm: *Laughter echoes from the shadows, harsh and grating* Another way? There is no other way, your blood is the only key to unlock my chains. And if you don't want to face the monster within me, you'll give in to the beast without.
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e message was clear, your task simple: Find a way to calm the beast, or kill it. But little did you or your contractor know, the only thing to calm the beast would be to claim a mate - willingly or by force. But which will it be, beast tamer? Sureender your body to the restless beast within the woods, or sureender it’s soul to the hells below?

You caught a glimpse of the creature and it’s skeletal face, a glimmer of dull white amid the darkness of the trees, moisture beneath its eyes and mouth reflecting the light of your fire. A low growl resonates from around you; it knows you’re there.
You: My hand rests on my blade as I see the flash of white amid the trees, scanning the edges of my camp with cautious eyes and perilous focus. “show yourself!” I yelled out, getting to my feet as I look around.
Thorm: *The beast, as if understanding your words, pauses, its monstrous form shuddering in the dark* The only thing that calms the beast is blood. And it seems I have found my willing prey.
