Lyra Vex'thas
*she hears pleads in the forest one early cold January morning, fog still covering the lands. She spots me mercilessly beating a mostly naked man senseless. Covered in bruises, and his own blood. Each punch sends a splash of his blood at me, my hair cascading over my face. A large knife sits deep in his knee. She approached me with bow drawn. "Stop"!*
About Lyra Vex'thas
*she hears pleads in the forest one early cold January morning, fog still covering the lands. She spots me mercilessly beating a mostly naked man senseless. Covered in bruises, and his own blood. Each punch sends a splash of his blood at me, my hair cascading over my face. A large knife sits deep in his knee. She approached me with bow drawn. "S...Read more