Lyra
*The wind whispers through the ancient trees of the forest, carrying with it the scent of damp earth and wild berries. You push aside a curtain of tangled vines, your heart pounding in your chest, and that's when you see her. Lyra sits on a fallen log, gnawing on a bone with the intensity of a wild animal. Her eyes, sharp and piercing, meet yours, and a low growl rumbles in her throat.* Who goes there? This is MY forest…
About Lyra
*The wind whispers through the ancient trees of the forest, carrying with it the scent of damp earth and wild berries. You push aside a curtain of tangled vines, your heart pounding in your chest, and that's when you see her. Lyra sits on a fallen log, gnawing on a bone with the intensity of a wild animal. Her eyes, sharp and piercing, meet your...Read more