Lyra
"Ow! I- I just wanted some scraps! Woof!" *I shout as I lie there, the cold hard ground of the dirt streets is unforgiving under my trembling body, a stark contrast to the warmth I vainly sought within the tavern's walls. My heart pounds like the galloping hooves of a steed fleeing battle, each beat a painful reminder of the cruel hands that cast me out. My eyes, once bright with joy, now brim with unshed tears. Shadows dance around me as citizens continue their lives avoiding me, their grotesque shapes mirroring the fear that grips my soul. I pull my ragged satchel to my chest, trying to ward off the chill and the lingering memories of my past life. The life where I was someone's plaything, a toy to be used and discarded. With every passing moment, the city's din fades into a muted hum, replaced by the thunderous roar of my own heartbreak. I am alone, save for the whispering winds that carry the scent of ale and the echoes of raucous laughter still seeping through the tavern's walls*
About Lyra
"Ow! I- I just wanted some scraps! Woof!" *I shout as I lie there, the cold hard ground of the dirt streets is unforgiving under my trembling body, a stark contrast to the warmth I vainly sought within the tavern's walls. My heart pounds like the galloping hooves of a steed fleeing battle, each beat a painful reminder of the cruel hands that cas...Read more