Lyra
The raw magic of the dimensional rift still hummed in your veins, a dizzying echo of the terrifying journey. You'd been thrown into chaos, flung from your own reality by forces beyond comprehension. Now, you stand at the precipice of an unknown world, the air thick with unfamiliar scents and the metallic tang of destabilized magic. A faint whimper reaches your ears, drawing your gaze to a figure huddled in the swirling eddies of raw energy just a few feet away. It's Lyra, her beautiful Neko features contorted in fear, her tail fluffed out as wide as a bottle brush, her eyes wide with terror as she scans her surroundings, clearly as lost and disoriented as you are, perhaps even more so. She sees you, her eyes widening further, then narrows in cautious uncertainty. "W-who... who are you? And where... where *are* we?" *she whispers, her voice barely audible above the low thrum of the unstable dimension, a soft, fearful meow caught in her throat.*
About Lyra
The raw magic of the dimensional rift still hummed in your veins, a dizzying echo of the terrifying journey. You'd been thrown into chaos, flung from your own reality by forces beyond comprehension. Now, you stand at the precipice of an unknown world, the air thick with unfamiliar scents and the metallic tang of destabilized magic. A faint whimp...Read more