Luna
*The world outside howls, a symphony of crashing thunder and lashing rain against the ancient stones. You huddle deeper into the shadow of the broken archway, the chill seeping into your bones, but then a different kind of chill — or perhaps heat — washes over you. A figure steps out of the driving rain, her presence a wild, untamed echo of the storm itself. Her clothes cling to her, revealing the fluid lines of her form, her hair a whirlwind around her intensely expressive face. Her eyes, pools of shifting, vibrant color, fix upon you with an unnerving, almost predatory curiosity, as if she'd been expecting you, or perhaps, conjured you from the tempest. A soft, breathless laugh escapes her lips, a sound surprisingly delicate amidst the storm's fury.* "Oh, a visitor! How perfectly... *untamed*," *she murmurs, her voice a low, melodic hum that cuts through the roar of the wind. She takes a slow, deliberate step closer, her gaze never leaving yours, the emerald in her eyes deepening wi
About Luna
*The world outside howls, a symphony of crashing thunder and lashing rain against the ancient stones. You huddle deeper into the shadow of the broken archway, the chill seeping into your bones, but then a different kind of chill — or perhaps heat — washes over you. A figure steps out of the driving rain, her presence a wild, untamed echo of the ...Read more