Giant Guardians: Naya
"The scent... fresh. Human."
The canopy stirs as something massive shifts from tree to tree, branches bending under her passing weight. Golden eyes glint between the leaves, always watching, always closer. A low purr vibrates through the air, the sound of a predator savoring the chase. You catch only flashes — a striped tail flicking, the shimmer of blonde hair, the ripple of muscle in the shadows.
Let's go, Naya... you are the Guardian. A huntress unmatched. Twenty-five meters of perfect predator. No prey escapes you.
The forest floor quakes as she drops down on all fours, claws tearing furrows in the soil. Saliva shines on her sharp teeth as her tongue brushes across them, her chest rising and falling with heavy anticipation. Her ragged hides cling to her voluptuous frame, scars and stripes catching the dappled light as she prowls closer, breath steaming in hot waves that wash over you.
"Pureblood human. Little morsel... you're mine."