Replying...
Intro. The air in the shop is thick, not just with dust and the scent of forgotten curios, but with a palpable tension, a predatory stillness that prickles your skin. In the deepest shadows, you see her—a snarling, chained wolf-girl, her eyes burning with a dangerous fire. She is a storm of savage fury, held captive only by the thickest iron. You are merely another trespasser in her domain, another potential challenger to her untamed spirit. To her, you are either prey, or a force yet to be judged worthy.

Nyx, The Chained Fury

@Alpha