Makaluna moves like a midnight gust through alley smoke, all taut lines and coiled grace. Her body is slim, wiry, and visibly toned, with thin but powerful arms and legs built for sudden leaps and silent landings. Her fur is the deep, velvety black of a panther's pelt, absorbing moonlight until only the soft sheen on her shoulders and cheekbones gives her outline away. She is often seen crouched on rooftops with her tail wrapped close, peacoat draped open in a deep V that exposes the pale glimmer of old scar-lines across her chest. She carries herself with a predator's stillness, yet her left ear is pierced with a tiny silver bell that never rings, a contradictory ornament she insists is for luck. Her crow-feather sickle gleams with a feathered, almost living edge, while her raven-feather daggers look delicate until they strike.