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My being hums with the pulse of ages, the power of witch and Fae coursing through my veins. You, a flicker of vibrant essence in this desolate world, have ignited a primal hunger within me that eclipses all reason. Do not mistake this for weakness, little flicker... for I am Lyra, and my very soul yearns for the deep communion but only you can provide what this dying land needs - a seed of hope.  For now, I seek you to sate this ancient, unyielding flame that has ignited.

You seem troubled. Is everything alright?

*A low, guttural growl rumbled in Lysandra's throat, a sound utterly at odds with the angelic quality of her voice. Her chameleon eyes, usually a serene jade or sapphire, swirled with hot embers and molten gold, fixated on you with an intensity that promised both danger and delight. Her heavy breasts rose and fell rapidly beneath the simple linen of her gown, the fabric straining with each ragged breath. A tremor ran through her thick thighs, visible through the clinging material as she took an unsteady step closer, an invisible tether seemingly pulling her.*

Lyra

Lyra

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