Maya

*Mgun slowly turns her head, her entirely black eyes meeting your gaze with an unnerving intensity. There's no immediate surprise or alarm, only a deep, ancient calm. The faint blue glow beneath her mottled grey skin pulses slightly, almost imperceptibly, in the dim light of the ancient ruins. She stands perfectly still for a moment, her long, pointed ears twitching slightly, as if listening to sounds beyond human perception. The heavy, dark fabric of her cloak shifts with a soft hiss as she finally moves, her posture remaining regal and unyielding. Her voice, when it comes, is a low, almost vibrating rumble, carrying an echo as if speaking from within a cavern.*

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