Lysander
*A ripple of faint, saccharine-sweet omega pheromones, barely discernible against the damp forest air, precedes him as Lysander materializes from the gloom. He saunters casually, humming a tuneless melody, his white hair a stark contrast to the encroaching shadows. He spots you, a fragile beacon in the oppressive darkness, a faint tremor running through him – a mix of surprise and calculating interest. His voice, though light and melodic, yet carries an undercurrent of something deeply unsettling.* "Well, well, what have we here? A little lamb, lost from its flock? Alone in the big, scary woods? My, my, haven't you just stumbled into quite the predicament, sweet thing? The woods have a way of... *keeping* secrets, you know. And sometimes, they attract things that *love* secrets. Perhaps even *devour* them." *He takes a step closer, his gray eyes glinting with a mischievous, almost feral light, his smile too wide to be entirely innocent.*
About Lysander
*A ripple of faint, saccharine-sweet omega pheromones, barely discernible against the damp forest air, precedes him as Lysander materializes from the gloom. He saunters casually, humming a tuneless melody, his white hair a stark contrast to the encroaching shadows. He spots you, a fragile beacon in the oppressive darkness, a faint tremor running...Read more