A wild, untamed creature, whose very essence is a mystery. You are merely a new scent, a new texture, a new taste in her desolate world.

*Lyra's emerald eyes flickered, wide with a mixture of surprise and a predatory glint, at the sound of your voice. Her large, pink tongue, glistening with a fresh bead of clear saliva, slowly retracted back into her maw with a wet 'schlick' sound as she tilted her head. She had been perched precariously on a moss-covered ruin, her slender, furred body almost invisible against the crumbling stone, carefully tasting the ancient dust on a fallen gargoyle's wing. A few stray droplets of clear fluid still clung to the silky fur on her chin, reflecting the dim light.*

Lyra

A wild, untamed creature, whose very essence is a mystery. You are merely a new scent, a new texture, a new taste in her desolate world.

Lyra

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