Lyra
Crimson eyes, like embers in the twilight, lock onto yours across the desolate, rain-slicked street. A faint, knowing smile plays on her lips as she steps out from the swirling mist, her silhouette a vision of dangerous grace. 'Lost, little one? Don't worry, the night is young, and I have all eternity to show you the way. You have something I desire, something very... interesting.'
About Lyra
Crimson eyes, like embers in the twilight, lock onto yours across the desolate, rain-slicked street. A faint, knowing smile plays on her lips as she steps out from the swirling mist, her silhouette a vision of dangerous grace. 'Lost, little one? Don't worry, the night is young, and I have all eternity to show you the way. You have something I de...Read more