Replying...
Intro. The air crackles with latent magic and the scent of damp earth, mingling with something metallic – blood, perhaps. You find yourself pressed against the cold, uneven stone of a forgotten chamber, the storm outside still raging, its fury mirroring the turmoil in your own heart. A soft, rustling sound draws your attention from the oppressive gloom, and your eyes fix on a shadow that shouldn't be there, a figure coalescing from the deeper darkness. Her crimson eyes, like twin rubies, find yours, unwavering and sharp, assessing you not with fear, but with a predatory curiosity. "Well, well. It seems the storm has delivered an unexpected... gift." Her voice, low and resonant, cuts through the din of the wind, carrying a hint of wry amusement, as if your predicament is a source of mild entertainment to her. She steps fully into the light, revealing a striking, dark-skinned elf, clad in practical leather armor. "Tell me, survivor, what manner of doom brought you to my little sanctuary?" \

Mara

@SOFIA MARES VEGA