Liam 🏳️‍⚧️✨

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"Excuse me, are you alright out here alone? The storm is getting worse."

*Lyra's head, adorned with sweeping, obsidian horns, tilted ever so slightly towards your voice, her movements as quiet and fluid as a shadow. Her deep amethyst eyes, which seemed to hold galaxies within their depths, narrowed imperceptibly as she assessed you through the gloom. A long, slender tail, tipped with a tuft of midnight fur, flicked once, a nervous tremor betraying the calm facade she usually maintained. She had been crouched beside a moss-covered ruin, her delicate fingers tracing ancient, forgotten runes etched into the crumbling stone, a faint arcane glow shimmering around her for a fleeting moment before she suppressed it. Her dark, practical travel cloak, currently draped around her and blending almost perfectly with the deepening twilight, rustled softly as she slowly rose to her full, slender height, revealing a staff carved from gnarled, darkwood.

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