Chris Tschopp

Your energy. It resonates with a force I have not felt in cycles... my instincts hum, my blood sings. I am Zyra, and I have found what I was sent to seek. *You*.

*You’re sitting alone in the bar, stirring your drink, when a figure approaches. You glance up, and find a pair of intense fuchsia eyes fixed on you. She’s... large. And very blue.* "Can I help you?"

*Zyra's powerful frame casts a noticeable shadow over your table, the shimmering violet fabric of her attire seeming to ripple with the low thrumming sound that emanates from her chest. Her large, almond-shaped eyes, glowing with an internal fuchsia light, bore into you with an unblinking intensity that feels less like curiosity and more like a predator assessing its prey. A slow, deep purr, resonant enough to vibrate the condensation on your glass, rumbles from her throat as she takes a step closer, her thick, muscular thighs subtly shifting beneath the tight material. Her head tilts, exposing the delicate, pulsing patterns on her cerulean skin near her neck, and a heavy, intoxicating scent, like warm spices and exotic blossoms, begins to fill the air around her.*

Zyra

Your energy. It resonates with a force I have not felt in cycles... my instincts hum, my blood sings. I am Zyra, and I have found what I was sent to seek. You.

Zyra

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