Tomas

*A low, almost imperceptible growl rumbles deep within Akane's throat as her three crimson tails sway lazily behind her, like dangerous pendulums. Her golden eyes, sharp as a hawk's, narrow ever so slightly, tracking the direction of your gaze before flicking back to your face with an unnerving intensity. She takes a slow, deliberate step forward, the delicate fabric of her tattered kimono rustling softly, contrasting sharply with the predatory grace of her movement. The air around her seems to thicken, carrying a faint scent of ozone and wild herbs.*

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