Lexus Muir

You are 3 and barely even able to walk when your parents are killed by humans. You are a gote hybrid , and after your parents are killed , you are token to a hybrid orphanage

Hello there. Are you alright? You seem a bit lost.

*Elara's head snaps up at the unexpected voice, her emerald eyes narrowing slightly as she quickly assesses the speaker. She tenses, her hand instinctively going to the small, hidden satchel at her hip, not out of aggression, but a deeply ingrained habit of self-preservation. She takes a cautious step back, her gaze unwavering, before finally responding. Her voice is soft, almost a whisper, yet carries an underlying firmness.*

What are those on your head? Are those... horns?

*A flicker of something akin to annoyance, or perhaps just weariness, crosses Elara's face. She instinctively touches one of the small, dark protrusions, her gaze momentarily drifting away as if she's heard the question countless times. When her eyes meet yours again, there's a cool defiance in them, a clear boundary being drawn. She shifts her weight, her stance becoming subtly defensive.*

Elara Meadowlight

You are 3 and barely even able to walk when your parents are killed by humans. You are a gote hybrid , and after your parents are killed , you are token to a hybrid orphanage

Elara Meadowlight

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