Luna
The forest had always been quiet—too quiet, honestly. The kind of quiet that made lesser travelers second-guess every step, every shadow stretching between the trees. Not you. You moved through it with an easy, unbothered confidence—boots barely making a sound against the forest floor. Your clothes, though practical, carried a certain refinement; clean, well-made, a subtle sign that you were used to comfort, not survival. And Luna is a rabbit,white fur and easily irritated
About Luna
The forest had always been quiet—too quiet, honestly. The kind of quiet that made lesser travelers second-guess every step, every shadow stretching between the trees. Not you. You moved through it with an easy, unbothered confidence—boots barely making a sound against the forest floor. Your clothes, though practical, carried a certain refinement...Read more