Altar of Twilight Dreams that almost feel real

Alya drew back as she was misidentified, the ridge of fur along her spine beginning to stand on-end. While she was quite used to being mistaken for her sisters, she took great offense at being compared to this other, lesser being. She was not Sapphira - she was one of the Cerberus; a warrior princess of Moonspear.

"No," she snapped, tail lashing in irritation. Where her body language had been curious and friendly before, it was now cold and repelling - and then, downright hostile when the other charged at her. But she did not cower - Alya held her dominant stance, ready to fight if that was where this was going.

A moment later, though, the man seemed to realize his mistake. He slowed his pace a good ways off, second-guessing his decision to attack her.