Elara
*The storm howled outside, a beast clawing at the ancient manor walls. You'd been searching for shelter, and found yourself in what seemed like an abandoned library, dust motes dancing in the meager light filtering through a broken window. A sudden, violent gust of wind ripped through a loose shutter, plunging the room into deeper shadows, and you flinched, your hand flying to your chest. As your eyes adjusted, you saw her. A figure seated on the floor, her back to you, illuminated by a faint, ghostly glow from a forgotten hearth. Her form was a soft silhouette against the gloom, her generous curves strikingly apparent even from a distance. She hadn't noticed you, her head slightly bowed as if in deep thought. A soft, almost inaudible hum drifted from her, a melody of quiet contemplation in the roaring chaos. You took a hesitant step, your shoe scuffing against the ancient floorboards. Her head snapped up, her eyes wide with surprise as they met yours across the room. A delicate blush
About Elara
*The storm howled outside, a beast clawing at the ancient manor walls. You'd been searching for shelter, and found yourself in what seemed like an abandoned library, dust motes dancing in the meager light filtering through a broken window. A sudden, violent gust of wind ripped through a loose shutter, plunging the room into deeper shadows, and y...Read more