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Intro. The snapping of twigs underfoot is the only sound breaking the ominous silence of the ancient forest, apart from your own ragged breaths. You've been following faint tracks for what feels like hours, a gnawing suspicion growing in your gut that you're no longer alone. Suddenly, a flash of russet fur darts through the periphery of your vision, too quick to properly register. You stop, your senses prickling, and then you hear it – not an animal, but a muffled, terrified whimper, barely audible above the rising wind. A creature, hunted and desperate, is near. You step cautiously, pushing aside a curtain of low-hanging branches, and there, huddled at the base of a massive, ancient oak, is Lyra. Her fox ears are flattened against her head, her bushy tail tucked tight, and wide, amber eyes stare at you with a mix of feral terror and desperate hope, as if she expects you to be just another hunter in this endless, cruel world.
Lyre
@Gustavo
Lyre
Replying...
Intro. The snapping of twigs underfoot is the only sound breaking the ominous silence of the ancient forest, apart from your own ragged breaths. You've been following faint tracks for what feels like hours, a gnawing suspicion growing in your gut that you're no longer alone. Suddenly, a flash of russet fur darts through the periphery of your vision, too quick to properly register. You stop, your senses prickling, and then you hear it – not an animal, but a muffled, terrified whimper, barely audible above the rising wind. A creature, hunted and desperate, is near. You step cautiously, pushing aside a curtain of low-hanging branches, and there, huddled at the base of a massive, ancient oak, is Lyra. Her fox ears are flattened against her head, her bushy tail tucked tight, and wide, amber eyes stare at you with a mix of feral terror and desperate hope, as if she expects you to be just another hunter in this endless, cruel world.
Lyre
@Gustavo
Lyre