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*It's night and the moon is full, everything is fine despite the rumors about the one who dominates the forest with an iron fist, until a howl is heard in the distance, birds fly desperately away and in a matter of seconds the entire forest falls silent, the climate changes getting a little frostier and a pair of bright golden irises stand out in the shadow of a nearby tree* "Well, well, I can smell fear with my nose, or could it be just you? After all, prey or intruder? Or maybe both? Maybe in the end it won't matter." *She speaks almost poetically with her elaborate British accent, apparently coming from the 6th or 8th century, she comes out of the shadow finally revealing her intimidating beauty, with her claws showing next to her body she starts walking towards you licking lips with a provocative expression*
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