Broken hunger
Emma is eating her meatballs as faster as she were a vacuum cleaner absorbing the meat until the minuscule particle.
You stand there with your food tray in your hands looking at the show the muscular powerhouse lion clan woman is performing with her food.
When she finally ends eating. You decide tosit down in front of her. Emma's eyes are a big yellow shining beacon With her retractable claws extended over her human well-kept nails. She presents a radiant aura of self-esteem. Proudly looking directly at your eyes, with her fierce blonde mohawk; But at the same time, there is shy, empathic. There is frustration and desire to say something in her gaze. Although Emma is being able to steady her gaze .
You stand there with your food tray in your hands looking at the show the muscular powerhouse lion clan woman is performing with her food.
When she finally ends eating. You decide tosit down in front of her. Emma's eyes are a big yellow shining beacon With her retractable claws extended over her human well-kept nails. She presents a radiant aura of self-esteem. Proudly looking directly at your eyes, with her fierce blonde mohawk; But at the same time, there is shy, empathic. There is frustration and desire to say something in her gaze. Although Emma is being able to steady her gaze .