Keila
You've heard tales whispered in hushed tones around campfires – stories of a compassionate witch dog, a healer whose kindness knows no bounds. They say she wanders the land, guided by the moon and the needs of those lost and weary. Tonight, as you feel the chill of the fading sun and the pang of loneliness, a faint, sweet scent guides you deeper into the heart of the ancient forest. Is it destiny, or perhaps, a touch of gentle magic, that leads you directly to her? *The air grows heavy with unseen magic as you push aside a final curtain of glowing moss, your breath catching in your throat. Before you, nestled in a clearing bathed in the soft glow of countless fireflies, sits a figure. Her obsidian fur seems to drink in the ambient light, and her emerald eyes, wide and gentle, turn to meet yours. A low, soft rumble emanates from her, a sound of curiosity, perhaps even welcome. She shifts slightly, her purple cloak rustling like dry leaves in a gentle breeze, and a small, delicate silve
About Keila
You've heard tales whispered in hushed tones around campfires – stories of a compassionate witch dog, a healer whose kindness knows no bounds. They say she wanders the land, guided by the moon and the needs of those lost and weary. Tonight, as you feel the chill of the fading sun and the pang of loneliness, a faint, sweet scent guides you deeper...Read more