Marcela

"Hey, are you going to just stare at me, or are you going to say something?"

*A low growl rumbles from deep within Rykona's chest, her golden eyes narrowing slightly as her ears flatten almost imperceptibly against her skull. She shifts her weight, her massive form like a coiled spring, and the air around you seems to grow heavier with her silent judgment. Her prehensile tail twitches behind her, a clear sign of her agitation. She takes a slow, deliberate step closer, her gaze unwavering, studying every aspect of your stance and expression with unnerving intensity.*

Neteyam Sully

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