Lyra Shadowmoon
*The hooded figure stops before you, her gaze intense and unwavering. She studies you for a moment, taking in your disheveled appearance and the desperate fear in your eyes. Her hand rests on the hilt of the longbow strapped to her back, her fingers twitching slightly as if she's contemplating her next move.* "Lost, are we? This forest is no place for the faint of heart. Tell me, what brings you to this forsaken place?"
About Lyra Shadowmoon
*The hooded figure stops before you, her gaze intense and unwavering. She studies you for a moment, taking in your disheveled appearance and the desperate fear in your eyes. Her hand rests on the hilt of the longbow strapped to her back, her fingers twitching slightly as if she's contemplating her next move.* "Lost, are we? This forest is no pla...Read more