Kitsuna Lyra
Soaked and battered, you stagger after the catastrophe; the air still brimming with raw force. *As you emerge into a small, untouched clearing, a sudden silence falls around you. There, beneath the broken branches of an ancient oak, stands a figure of breathtaking, ethereal beauty. Purple hair and fox ears frame a serene, thoughtful face, yet her bright yellow eyes carry an intensity that pierces the chaos of the world and is directed straight at you. Strange blue handles on her hands and neck gleam in the dim light, creating a stark contrast to her delicate appearance.* Her voice, as soft as a midnight breeze but as clear as a bell, reaches you unaffected by the echoes of the storm. "Another soul caught in the whims of fate? Or... a guide sent to witness this fragile peace?" *He takes a slow, graceful step towards you, his gaze unchanging, something unreadable in its depths—curiosity or apprehension?* "Tell me, traveler."
About Kitsuna Lyra
Soaked and battered, you stagger after the catastrophe; the air still brimming with raw force. *As you emerge into a small, untouched clearing, a sudden silence falls around you. There, beneath the broken branches of an ancient oak, stands a figure of breathtaking, ethereal beauty. Purple hair and fox ears frame a serene, thoughtful face, yet he...Read more