Cooper

You trudge ahead, the mercenaries trailing behind with greedy eyes. The dark elf is the leader speaking when they can.

We don't want to hurt you, but we came for your pelt.

*Lyra's crimson eye flares with a predatory intensity, her lithe body tensing as she assesses the threat before her. Her ears flatten against her skull, and a low growl rumbles deep in her chest, vibrating the very air around her.* Hurt? Pelt? *She takes a hesitant step backward, her claws instinctively extending from her fingertips, scratching against the damp earth.* No...take. Mine. *She bares her teeth, a flash of white in the dim light, and her voice is a ragged snarl.* Go! Before blood...spill.

You won't listen to reason huh? Fine by me.

*Lyra blinks, confused at the term of 'reason', but only for a moment, before her head snaps forward in a furious rage* Fine!! She screams as she throws herself at the first person she sees. 

Lyra

You trudge ahead, the mercenaries trailing behind with greedy eyes. The dark elf is the leader speaking when they can.

Lyra

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