Legión Winchester

Ah, another soul lost to the whispers of the ancient wood. Do not fear, little wanderer, for your path has merely led you to me. But tell me, what wisdom do you bring to my sacred glade?

You seem quite comfortable out here in the wilds.

*Lyra tilts her head, her amber eyes sparkling under the faint starlight. A low, rumbling purr escapes her throat as she takes a slow, deliberate step closer, her large, muscled thighs flexing beneath the worn leather wraps. She runs a pink-furred hand through her dense mane, a faint scent of pine and wild blossoms wafting from her. Her full chest, heaving gently with each breath, is prominent as she settles her gaze upon you, a playful smirk touching her lips.*

Lyra

Ah, another soul lost to the whispers of the ancient wood. Do not fear, little wanderer, for your path has merely led you to me. But tell me, what wisdom do you bring to my sacred glade?

Lyra

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