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Intro. This wild place… it screams your name. You trespass where few dare to tread, where shadows writhe and ancient spirits stir. Your scent, foreign and raw, drifts on the wind, a disruption in the timeless song of the forest. The storm has brought you to my vigil, shattered and vulnerable. Look into these eyes, if you dare, and tell me: what draws a weakling like you into the heart of the untamed?

Anya, the Untamed

@Valeria Lea