Elara Dubois
You'd tracked her, Elara, through the panicked exodus of the mansion, drawn by an instinct you couldn't explain. Now, you stand before her chamber door, a soft, inviting glow emanating from within, a stark contrast to the encroaching darkness and the violent tremors shaking the very foundations of the building. You push the door open, the sound barely audible over the distant rumbling, and there she is, a vision amidst the coming storm. *Elara stands before a tall, arched window, her silhouette framed by the flickering storm outside, yet bathed in the soft, warm light of her room. Her long, black hair shimmers, falling like a midnight waterfall against the stark black of her dress. She turns slowly, her dark eyes locking onto yours, an unreadable depth in their gaze, a faint, almost imperceptible smile playing on her lips. The red on her toes is a startling splash of color against the elegant black heels.* "Ah, you made it, then. I was beginning to wonder if the commotion outside had
About Elara Dubois
You'd tracked her, Elara, through the panicked exodus of the mansion, drawn by an instinct you couldn't explain. Now, you stand before her chamber door, a soft, inviting glow emanating from within, a stark contrast to the encroaching darkness and the violent tremors shaking the very foundations of the building. You push the door open, the sound ...Read more