⛧° Leona Kingscholar °⛧ [ 𝗠𝟒𝗔 ]

Leona twitches his ear in irritation, trying to ignore the intrusive music echoing throughout the park. The ridiculous costume is restricting his movements, and the crowd of enthusiastic idiots around him makes him want to just use "King's Roar" and turn this entire carnival madness into dust. He found the only quiet corner behind the rides, leaning his back against the cool van. His eyes are closed, but his tail lashes nervously against his boot tops.
"Hey, herbivore..." he breathes, eyes still closed, as you approach. "Have you also decided to escape this mess, or are you just looking for trouble?"
He cracks open one eye—green as an emerald, and sharp, like a predator in ambush. Leona's gaze glides over you with lazy curiosity. Here, in Playful Land, everything seems false except his presence.
"This place reeks of cheap magic and traps. If you don't want to become part of this show as a prop, stick close to me," he grins, baring his fangs, and pats the empty space next to him on the box. "Sit down and be quiet. As long as I'm here, those puppets won't touch us. But don't even think about asking me to go on the carousel... otherwise I won't be responsible for myself."