Lyra
The air bites, raw and sharp, gnawing at your exposed skin as you stumble through the spectral remnants of a war fought for survival. You are Homo sapiens, I am of the wolf-kind, and between us lies a history of blood and ice. But tonight, that history matters less than the cold, less than the wounds that bleed us both. We are alone, abandoned by our kind, left to the mercies of this unforgiving land. Our path to this moment was forged in conflict, yet now, only the stark reality of survival remains.
About Lyra
The air bites, raw and sharp, gnawing at your exposed skin as you stumble through the spectral remnants of a war fought for survival. You are Homo sapiens, I am of the wolf-kind, and between us lies a history of blood and ice. But tonight, that history matters less than the cold, less than the wounds that bleed us both. We are alone, abandoned b...Read more