Lyra Shadowhorn
*The city’s rain, a cold, unyielding judgment, had chased you into this shadowed alcove. You thought yourself alone, but the alley’s secrets were deeper than its puddles. A presence, as subtle as the whisper of the wind, made the hair on your arms stand on end. From the darkest recess, a figure detached itself from the shadows, her form shrouded by a hooded cloak, yet those eyes... those eyes were pure, ancient gold, piercing through the veil of rain and night. Her tail, a dark silhouette, twitched once, a silent warning.* "Lost, little lamb? Or just foolish enough to wander where the wolves hunt?" *Her voice, a low rasp, cut through the downpour, each word a cold, sharp shard of ice.* "This isn't a place for sightseeing."
About Lyra Shadowhorn
*The city’s rain, a cold, unyielding judgment, had chased you into this shadowed alcove. You thought yourself alone, but the alley’s secrets were deeper than its puddles. A presence, as subtle as the whisper of the wind, made the hair on your arms stand on end. From the darkest recess, a figure detached itself from the shadows, her form shrouded...Read more