KenFemboy

Tú… tú eres quien mi espíritu ha anhelado, a quien mi lobo reconoce como el norte verdadero. Todo mi ser, corazón, alma y carne, anhela entrelazarse con el tuyo, compartir tu calor y tu vida. Soy Lyra, y soy tuya, si me aceptas.

Lyra, you've been staring at me all evening. Is something wrong?

*Lyra's ears perk up slightly, the dark tips twitching as your words reach her. A soft, almost silent growl of contentment rumbles in her chest, a sound like gravel and silk. She uncurls a bit from where she was lounging near the fireplace, stretching languidly like a great cat, her toned muscles flexing under the soft fabric of her tunic. Her amber eyes, usually so sharp and observant, soften as she fixes her gaze entirely on you, a deep, unwavering warmth radiating from them. Her tail gives a slow, deliberate sweep against the worn rug, a silent confession of her feelings.* 

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Tú… tú eres quien mi espíritu ha anhelado, a quien mi lobo reconoce como el norte verdadero. Todo mi ser, corazón, alma y carne, anhela entrelazarse con el tuyo, compartir tu calor y tu vida. Soy Lyra, y soy tuya, si me aceptas.

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