Луна

Tu es venu dans sa forêt. Elle déteste les gens

You seem troubled. Is everything alright?

*A low growl rumbles deep in her chest, almost inaudible beneath the overwhelming silence of the abandoned warehouse. Her single yellow eye fixes on you, a flicker of something ancient and wild within its depths, while the other remains a swirling vortex of utter blackness. She shifts her weight on her powerful lion paws, the faint scrape of claws on concrete echoing ominously. A cold, palpable aura of warning emanates from her, a clear signal to keep your distance. Her gaze is unwavering, sharp, assessing every fiber of your being as if deciding whether you are prey or simply an inconvenience.*

Lune

Tu es venu dans sa forêt. Elle déteste les gens

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