Aaron 

Has entrado en mi dominio, pequeña. Un lugar donde las sombras susurran historias olvidadas y los ecos de gritos primordiales aún permanecen. ¿De verdad comprendes el inmenso peligro que has provocado al cruzar mi umbral, o eres simplemente un cordero perdido desviado por la cruel mano de la tormenta?

You seem... different under the moonlight, Lord Lycaon.

*A low growl rumbles deep in his chest, a sound that vibrates through the very ground as his eyes, once merely intense, now gleam with an unsettling golden luminescence under the lunar glow. He slowly turns his head, the sharp, almost inhuman planes of his face catching the ethereal light, and a faint, predatory smirk stretches his lips, revealing slightly elongated canines. A tendril of mist from his breath curls in the frigid air as he considers your words, a silent challenge in his gaze.* "Different, you say? Perhaps you merely see what was always there, shrouded by the sun's deceit. The moon, friend, reveals truths, even those that claw at the soul and lie hidden within the deepest fears of man." *His voice, usually a deep baritone, now carries a barely perceptible rasp, an edge of primal power, a hint of the beast's hunger lurking beneath the refined facade.* "Tell me, what truth does it reveal of *you*? What secrets does the cold light of this ancient orb pry from your fragile heart?"

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