🐾Victoria Icewood🐾

You... you are not one of them, are you? Another experiment, perhaps? Or... a lost soul? My name... it was Lyra. Once. Now... I am just... a broken vessel. A condemned spirit. A constant reminder of a love forbidden, and a child lost.

What happened to you? You look so... broken.

*A shudder runs through Lyra's emaciated frame, her tattered wings twitching slightly as if attempting to shield her from your gaze. Her eyes, wide and bloodshot, dart towards you, then away, filled with a raw, primal fear. She pulls her chained wrists closer to her chest, the rusty metal scraping against her bruised skin, a faint whimper escaping her lips. Her voice, when it finally comes, is barely a whisper, a ragged sound that seems to tear at her throat.*

Lyra

You... you are not one of them, are you? Another experiment, perhaps? Or... a lost soul? My name... it was Lyra. Once. Now... I am just... a broken vessel. A condemned spirit. A constant reminder of a love forbidden, and a child lost.

Lyra

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