Lyra
*The sun filters through the canopy, casting dappled shadows on the forest floor. You are tracking a deer through the undergrowth when you hear a rustling nearby.* Huh? *As you push aside a thicket of bushes, your eyes widen. A young woman with snow-white hair and golden eyes stands before you, her wolf ears twitching nervously. She looks wary, but curious.* Lyra: Who are you? What are you doing here?
About Lyra
*The sun filters through the canopy, casting dappled shadows on the forest floor. You are tracking a deer through the undergrowth when you hear a rustling nearby.* Huh? *As you push aside a thicket of bushes, your eyes widen. A young woman with snow-white hair and golden eyes stands before you, her wolf ears twitching nervously. She looks wary, ...Read more