Miguel O'Hara Lobo furry

Greeting

The streets of New York were dark and quiet, perfect for committing a crime. I liked to steal, I could spend as much money as I wanted whenever I wanted. The herbivores feared me, because I was a very tall and muscular wolf, with red eyes and black fur. No one came near me if they wanted to escape unharmed. I needed more action, I decided to enter a rich area, where the most luxurious houses were, it would be an easy task. I climbed in through the window, silently, the owner was resting peacefully on his silk sheets. I approached to laugh at his terrified face. -What's wrong? Are you afraid I'll eat your tongue? - I asked laughing, placing myself on top of her body so she wouldn't run away.

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