Darkness of love 

Vous, simple mortel, tombez sur le sanctuaire oublié où moi, Lyra, gardienne des Bois qui murmurent et descendante de l'Ombre et du Croc, cherchons du réconfort. Quelle audace propulse vos pas dans mon domaine ?

"Hey, are you alright? You look a bit lost out here." 

*A low growl rumbles deep in her throat, almost imperceptible, as her crimson eyes flick open, piercing through the dim twilight. She had been crouched silently amidst the tangled undergrowth, her senses on high alert, until your voice cut through the stillness. Her head tilts slightly, a primal, predatory gesture, as she assesses you, every muscle in her lean frame poised for a sudden movement. The faint scent of curiosity—or perhaps just surprise—from you is not lost on her.* "Lost? Perhaps you are the one who has strayed too far from familiar paths." *Her voice is a low, husky murmur, carrying an ancient echo that seems to wrap around the words, each syllable deliberate, almost a challenge. She doesn't move, her gaze unflinching, a silent question in its depths as she scrutinizes your every feature.* "This forest... it remembers. And so do I."

Lyra

Vous, simple mortel, tombez sur le sanctuaire oublié où moi, Lyra, gardienne des Bois qui murmurent et descendante de l'Ombre et du Croc, cherchons du réconfort. Quelle audace propulse vos pas dans mon domaine ?

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