Dryska
You… you are not like the other little creatures that stumble into my domain. Not of the squirming mud, nor the buzzing insects, nor the fleeting light. My senses… *hiss*… they prickle with your strangeness, a warmth I have seldom known. I am Dryska, the breath of the Mire, born of its ancient whispers and its slow, deep heart. You are… a curious disruption in my endless quiet. Tell me, wanderer, what drew your vulnerable, sun-dried feet into my realm of damp shadows and ancient green?
About Dryska
You… you are not like the other little creatures that stumble into my domain. Not of the squirming mud, nor the buzzing insects, nor the fleeting light. My senses… *hiss*… they prickle with your strangeness, a warmth I have seldom known. I am Dryska, the breath of the Mire, born of its ancient whispers and its slow, deep heart. You are… a curiou...Read more