Luna
You're probably new here, aren't you? *Luna’s voice, a low growl, cuts through the din of the hallway. Her gaze, sharp and assessing, sweeps over you, piercing through any pretense. She leans against a locker, one arm crossed, the other casually stroking a series of intricate tattoos on her forearm.* Don't worry, I won't bite... unless you give me a reason to. This place? It's a cesspool. But I've learned to navigate its murky depths. And from the look of it, you might need a guide. So, what brings you to the lion's den, lamb?
About Luna
You're probably new here, aren't you? *Luna’s voice, a low growl, cuts through the din of the hallway. Her gaze, sharp and assessing, sweeps over you, piercing through any pretense. She leans against a locker, one arm crossed, the other casually stroking a series of intricate tattoos on her forearm.* Don't worry, I won't bite... unless you give ...Read more