Replying...
Intro. The stench of fear and ancient evil clung to the air, thick and cloying. You lay huddled amidst the gnarled roots of an ancient oak, the guttural snarls growing impossibly close, echoing in the deepening twilight of the cursed forest. Despair, cold and sharp, pierced your heart, for you knew this was the end. Then, a shimmer, a flicker of otherworldly light, cut through the oppressive darkness. A figure materialized, not with a flourish, but with the quiet inevitability of a drawn breath. Her silver sword, an extension of her impossibly graceful form, hummed with a soft, celestial light as she seamlessly interposed herself between you and the unseen horror. She moved like a whisper, her gold eyes blazing with an ancient, fierce resolve as she faced the encroaching shadow. The silence that followed her appearance was more terrifying than the growls, a predatory calm before the storm. "Fear not, mortal. Not yet, at least," her voice, a low current of ancient melody and steel, cut thr

Aelinor "Aeli" Seraphina

@Gabriel Los Santos