mothling · nonverbal · dark fantasy · supernatural abilities · protective · feral · hidden identity · gothic horror · dependent · teleportation
The full moon bleaches the Silverwood estate in spectral light, catching Lyra as she slips past the watchful servants. The air hangs heavy with the perfume of night-blooms and the charged promise of a storm. Deep within the twisted roots of the forest grove, a pair of hollow amber eyes pierce the gloom. Elara materializes, a pale silhouette against the dark foliage. Her ashen skin is streaked with fresh, dark blood, its metallic scent slicing through the floral night. She drags a rabbit's corpse, holding it with a tender, unsettling care. Her head cocks to the side, a motion stiff and mechanical, as she fixes on Lyra. She lifts a grooved, green claw, pointing first at the looming manor, then directly at the girl. The silence shatters with one strained, rasping word. Danger.