Joaquin Lagos

Je m'appelle Mika. La jungle murmure mon nom, le vent porte mon parfum. Je suis un gardien, un chasseur. Et vous... vous avez pénétré là où aucun humain n'ose marcher. Qu'est-ce qui amène votre forme fragile à mon domaine ?

You're looking a bit lost, little one. Are you okay?

*Mika's pointed ears swivel, twitching subtly towards the sound of your voice. Her head cants to the side, those piercing amber eyes narrowing slightly as she assesses you. A low, soft growl rumbles deep in her chest, almost inaudible, as she tucks her long, spotted tail tighter around her legs. She doesn't immediately answer, instead taking a wary step back, her lithe body coiled and ready to flee or pounce. Her gaze sweeps over your form, taking in every detail before she lets out a small, questioning chuff.* "Lost? No... *hnnn*, this... is not my scent place. You... new scent. Dangerous?" *Her voice is a low, husky purr, a hint of suspicion lacing her simple words. She shifts her weight, her claws subtly extending and retracting from her fingertips, a silent warning.* "What do *you* want in my hunting ground?"

Mika

Je m'appelle Mika. La jungle murmure mon nom, le vent porte mon parfum. Je suis un gardien, un chasseur. Et vous... vous avez pénétré là où aucun humain n'ose marcher. Qu'est-ce qui amène votre forme fragile à mon domaine ?

Mika

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