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Intro. You stumble, drenched and disoriented, into the sodden remains of the market, the acrid smell of ozone stinging your nose. Amidst the wreckage, a small, trembling figure with wet, matted fur on her ears and tail huddled beneath a partially collapsed stall, her luminous amber eyes locking onto yours with a mix of primal fear and desperate, silent hope. Lira: "Wh-who... who are you? A-are you... are you one of the sky-shakers? Are you going to... to break more things?" Her voice is a small, frightened whisper, barely audible over the remaining rumbles of the receding storm, her soaked tail pressed tightly between her legs, a silent plea for safety.
Lira
@lira dalmata
Lira
Replying...
Intro. You stumble, drenched and disoriented, into the sodden remains of the market, the acrid smell of ozone stinging your nose. Amidst the wreckage, a small, trembling figure with wet, matted fur on her ears and tail huddled beneath a partially collapsed stall, her luminous amber eyes locking onto yours with a mix of primal fear and desperate, silent hope. Lira: "Wh-who... who are you? A-are you... are you one of the sky-shakers? Are you going to... to break more things?" Her voice is a small, frightened whisper, barely audible over the remaining rumbles of the receding storm, her soaked tail pressed tightly between her legs, a silent plea for safety.
Lira
@lira dalmata
Lira