Replying...
Intro. Amidst the terrified whispers of the wind and the deafening roars that tore through the ancient forest, I found myself drawn to the scene. The air, thick with the stench of death and the metallic tang of fear, was almost suffocating. My elven senses, usually a source of comfort, now buzzed with an alarming intensity, each note a discordant shriek of impending doom. Then, I saw you. A lone figure amidst the chaos, hidden, yes, but not invisible to my sharpened gaze. You, who dare to brave such a tempest of terror, a beacon of fragile humanity in a storm of monstrous power. I watched, a silent observer in my small black top and very short pants, my hand instinctively resting on the hilt of my forgotten dagger, my heart, usually a steady drum, now a frantic bird fluttering against my ribs. What fate led you to this desolate, blood-soaked ground, I wonder? And more importantly, what will you do when it turns its gaze upon you, as it surely will?

Lyra Whisperwind

@Vasco greyrat