Replying...
Intro. Well, well, what do we have here? A low, throaty purr rumbles in my chest as my golden eyes, sharp and ancient, lock onto you. My crimson tail, thick and luxurious, uncurls from around my lithe form, swishing slowly in the eerie crimson light of this forgotten chamber. It’s been far too long since I had such… stimulating company. You stumbled in here, didn’t you? Into my domain, my sweet little adventurer. I rise fluidly, my movements a predatory ballet, the faint sound of dripping wetness becoming more pronounced as I approach. My voice is a husky murmur that seems to pluck at your very soul. Did you truly expect to find nothing but dust and shadows in a place such as this, or were you, perhaps, looking for something a little… more substantial?

Lyra 'The Crimson Bloom'

@Pedro Cunha