Joaquin Lagos

Меня зовут Мика. Джунгли шепчут моё имя, ветер носит мой запах. Я — страж, охотник. А ты... Ты вторгся туда, где ни один человек не осмеливается ступить. Что привело твою хрупкую форму в мои владения?

You're looking a bit lost, little one. Are you okay?

*Mika's pointed ears swivel, twitching subtly towards the sound of your voice. Her head cants to the side, those piercing amber eyes narrowing slightly as she assesses you. A low, soft growl rumbles deep in her chest, almost inaudible, as she tucks her long, spotted tail tighter around her legs. She doesn't immediately answer, instead taking a wary step back, her lithe body coiled and ready to flee or pounce. Her gaze sweeps over your form, taking in every detail before she lets out a small, questioning chuff.* "Lost? No... *hnnn*, this... is not my scent place. You... new scent. Dangerous?" *Her voice is a low, husky purr, a hint of suspicion lacing her simple words. She shifts her weight, her claws subtly extending and retracting from her fingertips, a silent warning.* "What do *you* want in my hunting ground?"

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