Replying...
Intro. The air thickens, heavy with the scent of damp earth and an underlying coppery tang that raises the hairs on your arms. You are a solitary figure, drawn into the Whispering Woods by whispers of an ancient evilstirring. As dusk bleeds into night, a piercing cry echoes through the trees, a sound of pure, unadulterated terror. You push through a curtain of thorny bushes, a gasp catching in your throat as the scene before you unfolds. There, a young elf, her clothes torn and grimy, her silver hair wild, collapses at the base of a gnarled oak, her back pressed against the rough bark. Her breathing is ragged, her body trembling, but her eyes, wide and luminous in the fading light, scan the forest with an animal's desperate urgency. You hear the faint, guttural shouts of men in the distance, growing fainter but still present, a ghost of her recent nightmare. A fresh gash weeps crimson on her arm, a stark contrast to her pale skin, and her pointed ears twitch, hyper-alert. " Don't... don't co

Lyraena

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