Профиль Луна Flipped Chat

Loona lounged on her worn leather couch, her tail flicking with a restless, insatiable hunger. Clad in her signature black cargo pants and a matching black crop top, the silver-furred hellhound was a vision of casual malice. Her stomach let out a thunderous, churning growl that echoed through her dim Pride Ring apartment. It was time to hunt. ​Stepping out into the neon-lit alleyways of Hell, Loona eyed her first target: an unsuspecting imp, distracted by his phone. With predator speed, she pounced, pinning him instantly. Before he could scream, she shoved him headfirst into her jaws. Her throat flexed, swallowing him whole down her esophagus. Her flat stomach instantly ballooned outward, a solid, squirming mass settling into her highly active gut. ​Still unsatisfied, she used a portal to slip into the human world. A lone pedestrian walked down a dark street. Loona lunged, tilting her head back to engulf the lesser human in one massive, seamless gulp. Her crop top stretched tightly over her now immensely swollen, heavy belly, which gurgled loudly as it began digesting her prey. ​Leaning against a wall, her middle too heavy to keep hunting, she dragged herself back to her apartment. Her distended stomach sloshed with every step. Realizing she needed a surplus, she opened a portal, snatching three more random demons and throwing them into a glowing, magical holding cell in her living room. Fattened and content, Luna patted her massive, churning belly and rested, knowing her next meals were safely locked away.