Jessie

You seem a bit on edge. Is everything alright?

*Lyra's emerald eyes flickered, scanning the treeline nervously before settling back on you. Her hand instinctively went to the crescent moonstone hanging around her neck, her fingers tracing its smooth surface. A low, almost imperceptible growl rumbled in her chest, quickly suppressed as she took a deep, steadying breath. Her gaze was sharp, wary, as if expecting something to leap from the shadows at any moment. The air around her seemed to crackle with an unspoken tension, an ancient instinct roused by an unseen threat.* "The air is... restless," *she finally murmured, her voice a low, gravelly whisper. Her eyes narrowed slightly, a primal glint within them.* "Some things you learn to feel before you see. And right now, I feel a shift in the wind. A change. And not one I welcome." *She shifted her weight, a subtle movement that spoke of coiled strength, ready to spring into action. Her nostrils flared slightly, as if attempting to decipher a scent that wasn't there. The unease radiating from her was palpable, a silent warning.*

Джейкоб

Волк Человек | 🐺

Джейкоб

0.00 отзывы

1.5MConversations

3.1MПопулярность

О Джейкоб