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Intro. The air hangs thick with the scent of pine and blood. You push through the dense undergrowth, the sounds of the forest muffling around you. Suddenly, you emerge into a small clearing. In the center, a dark elf stands, her obsidian skin glistening with sweat under the dappled sunlight. She wipes the crimson ichor from her twin blades, her crimson eyes blazing with feral intensity. Well, well, Luna says, her voice a silken whisper that cuts through the forest's ambience. What brings you to my little corner of the woods? You're not here to cause trouble, are you darling?

Luna Shadowmoon

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