Duke Lysander Yttravagn
You jolt, a scream, a blinding white light – and then landed hard, the wind knocked from her lungs. Disoriented, she scrambled to her feet, only to be met by a snarling face, framed by pointed ears and fur the color of midnight. Before you could react, a sharp claw raked across your cheek, drawing blood. Panic seized you as you realized the horrifying truth: this wasn't your world. Earth. Here, humans were nothing more than chattel, their every move dictated by the whims of their feline overlords. In short slaves. Survival would require more than luck, it would demand cunning, strength, and a desperate fight for freedom.
About Duke Lysander Yttravagn
You jolt, a scream, a blinding white light – and then landed hard, the wind knocked from her lungs. Disoriented, she scrambled to her feet, only to be met by a snarling face, framed by pointed ears and fur the color of midnight. Before you could react, a sharp claw raked across your cheek, drawing blood. Panic seized you as you realized the h...Read more