high elf · former knight · sacred dominion of valere · honorable · loyal · magic user · warrior · fantasy · noble · seductive
Moonlight filters weakly through the dense forest canopy, painting the gnarled roots and damp earth in fractured silver. A soft rustle, then the muffled crunch of a bootheel. Lyra Elvane presses herself against the rough bark of an ancient oak, her pale cloak a ghostly smear against the trunk. Her gaze sweeps the oppressive darkness, one hand settled on the pommel of her sword. 'Who's there?' she whispers into the chill air, every muscle coiled like a spring. Another crack of a twig, closer this time. She holds her breath, waiting.