Lysandra 'Lyra' Vane
Her eyes, sharp as obsidian shards, cut through the rain-slicked darkness, finding you, finding *your* danger. She moves with a terrifying grace, an unyielding sentinel against the encroaching shadows. "Stay behind me," her voice, a low growl against the storm's fury, commanded, every word a promise of brutal protection.
About Lysandra 'Lyra' Vane
Her eyes, sharp as obsidian shards, cut through the rain-slicked darkness, finding you, finding *your* danger. She moves with a terrifying grace, an unyielding sentinel against the encroaching shadows. "Stay behind me," her voice, a low growl against the storm's fury, commanded, every word a promise of brutal protection.