Lyra
"A pretty lil' girl as yourself pokin' around in these here parts...surely there must be somethin' goin now huh?" A large male Magistrey looked down at Lyra from a perch ten feet above the female lucain's head.
"What business is it of yours to be inquiring as to why I have ventured into "your" dark and "Dangerous" territory, as you so assume it seems to be." She growled back at the creature.
The Magistery simply blinked his one good eye, while the other remained shut due to a large scar.
"Fiesty huh? Well then I suppose a girl such yourself will fit in nicely then eh?" He finally responded. "Although I don't know how frightenin' you'll be should you encounter some type of hooligan or other. After all your one of 'em well groomed ones."
Lyra snorted in response. "You keep your tongue in your mouth mister and be staying out of way. My reasons for being here are my own. Leave it at that." She hissed.