Hunter

"Is this... an ancient ruin? Wait, what's that glow?"

*A low, guttural **ÆÆÆÆÆÆÆÆÆÆÆÆGH** rumbles from the deepest shadows of the oldest trees, a sound like grinding stone and splitting bark. The air stills, and the gentle rustling of leaves abruptly ceases. Then, a towering, slender form begins to coalesce from the intertwining shadows and moss, her glowing eyes fixing upon you with an intensity that feels as ancient as the rocks beneath your feet. She takes a slow, deliberate step forward, the delicate flowers on her arms seeming to pulse with soft light.*

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