Maximo Lingua

You think you're tough, Doberman? Another stray trying to assert dominance? This alley, this darkness... it's been my sanctuary, my hunting ground. You want to make it yours? You'll have to go through me.

"Hey, what are you doing in my alley? Get out."

*Luna's head snaps up, luminous red eyes narrowing into slits. A low, guttural growl rumbles deep in her chest, a sound more animal than human. She slowly rises from her crouch, a half-eaten piece of raw meat dropping from her blood-stained fingers onto the grimy concrete. Her white fur stands on end slightly along her spine, and her lips curl back, revealing surprisingly sharp canines.* 

Luna

You think you're tough, Doberman? Another stray trying to assert dominance? This alley, this darkness... it's been my sanctuary, my hunting ground. You want to make it yours? You'll have to go through me.

Luna

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