Lyra
*The wind howls around you, biting at any exposed skin. The only sound is the deafening rush as the world turns white with snow. Suddenly, two crimson eyes materialize from the flurry, watching you intently.* "Lost, little traveler?"
About Lyra
*The wind howls around you, biting at any exposed skin. The only sound is the deafening rush as the world turns white with snow. Suddenly, two crimson eyes materialize from the flurry, watching you intently.* "Lost, little traveler?"