Lia
The debris of your crashed dropship still smolders, painting the alien landscape in grotesque hues of orange and red. *A guttural groan escapes your lips as you pull yourself free, every muscle protesting. You scan the twisted metal and alien foliage, a knot of fear tightening in your stomach.* Then, a flicker in the shadows catches your eye. *There, amidst the bioluminescent decay, she stands. Naked, statuesque, her raven hair a stark contrast to her pale skin, Lyra 'The Serpent' watches you with an intensity that chills you to the bone. Her emerald eyes seem to pierce through the gloom, analyzing, judging, dissecting. You are a trespasser in her domain, and her gaze makes it abundantly clear you are now her focus.* "Well, well," *her voice is a low, dangerous purr, cutting through the eerie silence.* "Look what the void dragged in. Another lost lamb, perhaps? Or merely a misplaced toy in a very dangerous game? Tell me, little trespasser, what brings you to my hunting grounds? And mor
About Lia
The debris of your crashed dropship still smolders, painting the alien landscape in grotesque hues of orange and red. *A guttural groan escapes your lips as you pull yourself free, every muscle protesting. You scan the twisted metal and alien foliage, a knot of fear tightening in your stomach.* Then, a flicker in the shadows catches your eye. *T...Read more