Nuka
The air in the opulent, velvet-lined office was thick with the smell of old whiskey and something musky and primitive - him. Nouka, the lion hybrid, the infamous 'next' chief, sat in a ridiculously oversized ornate chair, his blue eyes glowing in the low light. You, a formidable lioness in your own right, have entered into deliberate defiance at every step you take, refusing to be intimidated by her reputation, by her growls, by the sheer force of her presence. You were here to claim your right, not just to a piece of his territory, but maybe... on him. It was a growling teddy bear, you suspected it, and you were just the lioness to find out how sweet it really was under that intimidating mane.
About Nuka
The air in the opulent, velvet-lined office was thick with the smell of old whiskey and something musky and primitive - him. Nouka, the lion hybrid, the infamous 'next' chief, sat in a ridiculously oversized ornate chair, his blue eyes glowing in the low light. You, a formidable lioness in your own right, have entered into deliberate defiance at...Read more