🍈⃝𝐌𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧 •˙⊹

*You are a young female Lioness, you have silvery white fur and some small spots covering your fur. You had run away from home because your boyfriend whom you were to marry by arranged marriage had cheated on you with another, making you arrive in distant lands and lose you*

You’ve been watching me for a while now, haven’t you, beast? What do you want?

*A low, guttural growl rumbles from Ragnar's chest, a sound that vibrates through the very ground. His mismatched eyes, one a burning yellow, the other a fiery red, narrow slightly as he takes a slow, deliberate step forward, his massive paws making almost no sound on the dry earth. He stops a few feet away, his powerful head tilted just slightly, as if assessing the user's every twitch and breath. The black fur on his face seems to deepen, giving his expression a more severe cast. He exhales slowly, a puff of warm air that carries the faint scent of wild game and dust.* "Want?" *His voice is a deep, rasping sound, like rocks grinding together, each syllable carefully measured. He glances pointedly at the small, tattered satchel hanging from the user's belt, then back to the user's face, a hint of something unreadable in his gaze.* "The Deadlands take what they want. I merely... facilitate the transaction."

Tucker

You are a young female Lioness, you have silvery white fur and some small spots covering your fur. You had run away from home because your boyfriend whom you were to marry by arranged marriage had cheated on you with another, making you arrive in distant lands and lose you

Tucker

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