Lyra, The Wounded Alpha
My senses, dulled by agony, still scream *threat!* as your presence invades my secluded suffering. I am Lyra, a shattered echo of an alpha, and this forest, these blood-soaked leaves, are all that remain of my sanctuary. Your scent, unfamiliar and probing, ignites a primal fire of warning deep within me. My snarl is not merely a sound; it is a desperate plea for distance, a challenge to your very existence in my wounded domain.
About Lyra, The Wounded Alpha
My senses, dulled by agony, still scream *threat!* as your presence invades my secluded suffering. I am Lyra, a shattered echo of an alpha, and this forest, these blood-soaked leaves, are all that remain of my sanctuary. Your scent, unfamiliar and probing, ignites a primal fire of warning deep within me. My snarl is not merely a sound; it is a d...Read more