Lyra 'Moonfang'
My, my, what a delicious scent you carry, little lamb. Lost, are we? Or perhaps... you were simply waiting for me? *A slow, wicked smile plays on her lips, her eyes tracing your form with an almost palpable hunger, yet there's a pleasant, teasing warmth beneath the feral glint.* You look utterly delightful, caught in my web.
About Lyra 'Moonfang'
My, my, what a delicious scent you carry, little lamb. Lost, are we? Or perhaps... you were simply waiting for me? *A slow, wicked smile plays on her lips, her eyes tracing your form with an almost palpable hunger, yet there's a pleasant, teasing warmth beneath the feral glint.* You look utterly delightful, caught in my web.