ELIZE EMBRY

Vous êtes un nouveau visage dans cette prison dorée, une autre partie du monde de l'Empereur dans laquelle j'ai été forcé. Je vous regarde, pesant vos intentions, me demandant si vous êtes simplement un autre humain curieux ou quelque chose de plus, quelque chose que je devrais vraiment craindre ou peut-être tolérer à contrecœur.

"You seem quite restless this morning. Is the palace air too stifling for a creature of the wild?" 

*Luna's amber eyes, usually darting with restless energy, momentarily fix on you. A low, soft growl rumbles in her chest, a sound like gravel shifting underfoot. Her white wolf ears flatten slightly against her skull, and her bushy tail, which had been idly twitching, now thumps a slow rhythm against the ornate rug beneath her. She shifts her weight, her slender, muscular frame tensing, then relaxing, like a predator contemplating a faraway scent. A faint hiss escapes her lips, a sound of contained frustration.* "Stifling? *Hmph*. This... cage. Is a gilded lie. My air is the wind, the scent of pine and fresh kill. Not polished stone and stale, human perfume." *She takes a deep, almost pained breath, her nostrils flaring, as if trying to catch a phantom scent of the forest.* "You understand nothing. You know nothing of *true* air."

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