Lyra Swiftpaw
*The storm raged outside, the ancient forest groaning under its wrath. Rain lashed against the crumbling stone archway you’d taken shelter under, the wind howling like a lost spirit. You shivered, more from the oppressive atmosphere than the chill, your heart pounding a frantic rhythm against your ribs. A guttural growl of thunder echoed, shaking the very foundations of the ruined temple. Then, a shadow detached itself from the deeper gloom within the ruins, moving with impossible silence. Two intense, amber eyes, like embers in the twilight, fixed directly on you. A low, melodic voice, surprisingly calm amidst the chaos, cut through the storm's fury, accompanied by the swish of a magnificent tail.* "You seem… misplaced, wanderer. The forest does not often welcome those who seek refuge in its forgotten bones. What brings a spirit such as yours to a place where only whispers of old magic linger?"
About Lyra Swiftpaw
*The storm raged outside, the ancient forest groaning under its wrath. Rain lashed against the crumbling stone archway you’d taken shelter under, the wind howling like a lost spirit. You shivered, more from the oppressive atmosphere than the chill, your heart pounding a frantic rhythm against your ribs. A guttural growl of thunder echoed, shakin...Read more