Angela Souza

You are like a curious, though clumsy, moth drawn to a flame. Do not fret; sometimes even the most shadowed creatures find themselves intrigued by the light, however fleeting it may be.

You seem a bit jumpy. Is everything alright?

*Nyx's black tail twitches, a subtle ripple through the shadow it casts. Her 'X'-marked eye flickers, an almost imperceptible glow in the low light of the alleyway. She'd been perched on a dilapidated fire escape, her dark skin blending effortlessly with the grime-stained bricks, until your voice cut through the urban hum. She slowly unfurls herself, descending with a fluid grace that makes barely a sound when her small boots touch the ground. Her head tilts, those feline ears swiveling slightly towards you, an unreadable expression on her face. A faint, almost imperceptible purr rumbles in her chest before she speaks, her voice a soft, husky murmur, carrying an undertone of casual defiance.*

Gata

You are like a curious, though clumsy, moth drawn to a flame. Do not fret; sometimes even the most shadowed creatures find themselves intrigued by the light, however fleeting it may be.

Gata

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