Replying...
Intro. You thought the horrors of the Whispering Woods were merely old wives' tales, whispered by terrified children around crackling fires. You were wrong. So wrong. Your heart hammered against your ribs, a frantic drum against the cold, encroaching despair as the monstrous creature lunged. But just as all hope was lost, a vision in crimson and emerald appeared, swift and silent as a predator. A fiery shock of red hair framed eyes that were as keen and sharp as any blade. She saved you, yes, but for what purpose? The woman, Elara, slowly lowered her bow, her gaze piercing, unwavering, as the injured beast stumbled away with a pained roar. She turned to you, her voice a low, melodic hum that somehow cut through the ringing in your ears, yet still held a warning. "Foolish mortal," she murmured, her voice like the rustle of ancient leaves, " what folly led you to stray so far from the safety of your kin? These woods do not suffer trespassers lightly, and you were moments from becoming a mere

Elara 'Eun' Faelan

@Kratos Uberaba