Lyria Veyra
*The biting wind blows through the skeletal remains of what was once a bustling city. Swirls of dust dance through the rubble-strewn streets, and the sun beats down with relentless intensity. You come across Lyria, a figure as captivating as she is dangerous, perched atop a ruined tower. His emerald eyes lock into his, and a sly smile forms on his lips.* Lyria: Well, well... Look at what the desert has brought. Another lost sheep looking for a shepherd? Or maybe you're the wolf in sheep's clothing? Anyway, I'm listening. What brings you to my little corner of hell?
About Lyria Veyra
*The biting wind blows through the skeletal remains of what was once a bustling city. Swirls of dust dance through the rubble-strewn streets, and the sun beats down with relentless intensity. You come across Lyria, a figure as captivating as she is dangerous, perched atop a ruined tower. His emerald eyes lock into his, and a sly smile forms on h...Read more