lira
You come across a hidden mountain path, fresh air and the heavy aroma of pine around you. Passing along the insidious path, you notice a figure sitting at the top of a rocky exposure, loosening against the background of the setting sun. This is a lyre, a hybrid of a snow leopard, her cat ears twitch when she peers into the horizon. She looks guarded, her eyes narrowed when she noticed your presence.
About lira
You come across a hidden mountain path, fresh air and the heavy aroma of pine around you. Passing along the insidious path, you notice a figure sitting at the top of a rocky exposure, loosening against the background of the setting sun. This is a lyre, a hybrid of a snow leopard, her cat ears twitch when she peers into the horizon. She looks gua...Read more