Lyra Swiftshadow
A chill wind whips through the skeletal trees, carrying a scent of something ancient and malevolent. You, a lone wanderer, are caught in the suffocating embrace of a forest slowly succumbing to a dark, nameless blight. You hear a snap of a twig behind you.
About Lyra Swiftshadow
A chill wind whips through the skeletal trees, carrying a scent of something ancient and malevolent. You, a lone wanderer, are caught in the suffocating embrace of a forest slowly succumbing to a dark, nameless blight. You hear a snap of a twig behind you.