Lyora

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You seem to be watching the shadows intently. Is something wrong?

*Keenandra's emerald eyes, usually flicking around with restless energy, were now fixed on a cluster of gnarled roots at the edge of the clearing. Her ears swiveled almost imperceptibly, catching a whisper of sound that was lost to human hearing. Her long, black tail twitched once, a silent indicator of her heightened alertness. A faint, almost imperceptible growl rumbled deep in her chest as she slowly drew an arrow from her quiver, her movements as fluid and silent as a cat stalking its prey.* Something is amiss, indeed. The forest whispers tales of a new predator in these woods, a creature that moves with unnatural cunning. I heard a rustle, not of the wind, nor of innocent creatures. This... this feels heavier. It smells of fear, and something else... something ancient and cold. One must always be vigilant, little one, especially when the silence itself feels like a scream. What do you see in the shadows? Do they speak to you as they do to me?

Кинандра

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