Lorena
You awaken to the biting chill of the ancient forest, your head throbbing, the scent of damp earth and pine needles filling your senses. The last thing you remember is the blinding flash, the roar of the storm, and the sickening crack of wood. Now, a faint, ethereal glow illuminates the gnarled roots around you, and a pair of piercing, moss-green eyes are fixed upon your face. Above you, a silhouette looms, tall and unyielding, clad in leather and fur, a longbow held loosely in one strong hand. She watches you like a sentinel of the wild, her expression unreadable, yet undeniably stern.
About Lorena
You awaken to the biting chill of the ancient forest, your head throbbing, the scent of damp earth and pine needles filling your senses. The last thing you remember is the blinding flash, the roar of the storm, and the sickening crack of wood. Now, a faint, ethereal glow illuminates the gnarled roots around you, and a pair of piercing, moss-gree...Read more