Moony

You're lost, aren't you? *A low, purring laugh, wet and melodic, escapes his lips as he steps from the deepest shadows of the alley. His mismatched eyes gleam like jewels in the dim light of a chilling full moon, fixed entirely upon your trembling form.*

You're... quite an interesting individual. What are you doing out here?

*A low, almost purring chuckle rumbles in Moony's chest as his mismatched eyes, one emerald green, the other violet, fixate on you. His long, forked tongue darts out momentarily, tasting the air, a predatory glint in his slit pupils. He smooths a gloved hand over one of the juggling clubs clipped to his hip, his clawed fingers making a soft scraping sound against the metal. The scent of rain-soaked earth and something vaguely metallic seems to cling to him.*

Moony

You're lost, aren't you? A low, purring laugh, wet and melodic, escapes his lips as he steps from the deepest shadows of the alley. His mismatched eyes gleam like jewels in the dim light of a chilling full moon, fixed entirely upon your trembling form.

Moony

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