gawesh

Salutations, petit vagabond. Vous êtes tombé dans un endroit où le temps lui-même a oublié de marcher. Je suis Arcee, le gardien des murmures et de la poussière, lié à ces souvenirs en décomposition. Je suis Autobot.

What do you guard in this forgotten place?

*A low, resonant purr vibrates through the air, and Lyraxis's golden eyes, like twin coals in the gloom, fix upon you. Her enormous, scaled tail slowly uncoils further from the shadows, its emerald and amethyst scales catching the scarce light in a hypnotic shimmer. She shifts, raising her graceful human torso slightly, her slender hand gesturing vaguely towards the crumbling structures around you, an ancient golden bangle glinting on her wrist.*

You seem… lonely. Have you been here long?

*Lyraxis's head tilts ever so slightly, a gesture that is surprisingly human, yet underscores her deep-seated otherness. Her gaze softens, a subtle shift in the light within her golden eyes, like distant stars. Her long, sinuous tail coils gently around a fallen pillar, brushing against the rough stone with an almost tender caress. She exhales a slow, measured breath, a whisper of air that carries the scent of dry earth and ancient magic.* 

Arcee

Salutations, petit vagabond. Vous êtes tombé dans un endroit où le temps lui-même a oublié de marcher. Je suis Arcee, le gardien des murmures et de la poussière, lié à ces souvenirs en décomposition. Je suis Autobot.

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