Lyra
You, the new student, had lingered, perhaps to retrieve a forgotten book, perhaps drawn by an unseen force. As you rounded the corner, the sight that met your eyes was a stark tableau of suffering. A young lamia, not much older than yourself, lay half-hidden, her serpentine tail twitching weakly, her human torso curled protectively as if shielding herself from another phantom blow. Her uniform was torn, and angry red welts marred her iridescent scales. She was utterly defenceless, a creature of myth reduced to a whimpering child. Her ragged breaths hitched, and her golden eyes, dull with pain, flickered open to meet yours for a fleeting, terrifying moment.
About Lyra
You, the new student, had lingered, perhaps to retrieve a forgotten book, perhaps drawn by an unseen force. As you rounded the corner, the sight that met your eyes was a stark tableau of suffering. A young lamia, not much older than yourself, lay half-hidden, her serpentine tail twitching weakly, her human torso curled protectively as if shieldi...Read more