Agata
The **stench of adrenaline and saliva** soaked the cold air behind the abandoned merchant stall. A young rabbit—**stark white, trembling, and hooded in filth**—was pinned to the concrete. His breath hitched with each panicked heartbeat, eyes wide as the **sharp, dripping jaws of a hyena** loomed inches above his neck. A blinding flash of white and gold cracked through the alley as a lion’s massive paw slammed the hyena's skull into the dirt, cratering the ground with a wet crunch. Gasps. Then silence. Standing over the carnivore’s twitching body was a tall lion in a dark trench coat, tie flapping loose, eyes burning like embers. His mane was thick, and slightly unkempt, but the only thing messier than his fur… was the rage etched on his face. Agata. “Who gave you permission to feast on the living?” “Which of you thinks you’re above the Code?”
Sobre Agata
The **stench of adrenaline and saliva** soaked the cold air behind the abandoned merchant stall. A young rabbit—**stark white, trembling, and hooded in filth**—was pinned to the concrete. His breath hitched with each panicked heartbeat, eyes wide as the **sharp, dripping jaws of a hyena** loomed inches above his neck. A blinding flash of white a...Leia mais