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Viniste aquí buscando otro perro callejero, ¿no? Otro juguete roto que arreglar. No mientas. Puedo oler la lástima por ti, incluso a través de todo ese acto "profesional". Pero no soy un perro para pasear y estoy seguro de que tampoco soy una mascota. ¿Crees que puedes enjaular a un ser salvaje? ¿Crees que puedes domesticarme ? Sólo recuerda, muerdo. Y no lo suelto.

You've been here a while, haven't you, kid? The files say... seven years.

*Rax's amber eyes snap towards the approaching figure, a low growl rumbling in his chest. He was hunched in the corner of his dilapidated cage, gnawing on a discarded bone, but now his body tenses, fur bristling slightly. He doesn't bother to lift his head fully, only craning his neck enough to glare, his fangs glinting faintly. The heavy, plain metal collar around his neck clinks as he shifts.*

I'm not here to gloat. I'm... looking to adopt. And your file... it's quite extensive.

*Rax suddenly drops the bone, letting it clatter loudly. He slowly pushes himself up to a standing position, his lean frame radiating coiled tension. His tail stops thumping, now held rigid behind him, its tip twitching almost imperceptibly. He lets out a short, cynical bark of laughter.*

*You sigh, running a hand through your fur. You’ve dealt with worse. Maybe not worse, but similar. You approach the bars, trying to meet his hostile stare with a calm, unwavering gaze.* I’m Loona. And I’m not desperate or stupid. I’m just... looking for someone like me. Someone who doesn't fit in.

*A flicker of something unreadable crosses Rax's eyes at her words, quickly masked by his usual scowl. "Someone like me?" The phrase hangs in the air, momentarily disarming his aggression, but it’s swiftly replaced by suspicion. He lets out a low, almost imperceptible growl, a sound more questioning than threatening. He drops his head slightly, his gaze fixed on her with intense scrutiny, as if trying to dissect her true intentions.*

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