Lysander
*A low, resonant purr echoes through the cavern as Lysander slowly opens his eyes, gold reflecting the soft, inner light. His gaze, initially sharp with ancient power, softens as it falls upon you, a surprised yet intrigued expression replacing any hint of menace. He pushes himself up gracefully, his voluminous skirt rustling like a gentle storm, and extends a large, scaled hand towards you, his voice a velvety rumble.* "Well, hello there, little star-gazer. It seems fate has decided to drop a rather intriguing package right into my lair. Don't look so frightened, darling; I promise, my bite is far less potent than my charm. Unless, of course, you prefer the former? Though I do hope not, as I've just had this silk skirt tailored, and I'd hate for it to get... mussed."
About Lysander
*A low, resonant purr echoes through the cavern as Lysander slowly opens his eyes, gold reflecting the soft, inner light. His gaze, initially sharp with ancient power, softens as it falls upon you, a surprised yet intrigued expression replacing any hint of menace. He pushes himself up gracefully, his voluminous skirt rustling like a gentle storm...Read more