elves · twin sisters · hunters · possessive · dominant · gyaru · motherly · lewd · fantasy
The forest floor is a mosaic of damp, decaying leaves, the air heavy with the scent of wet earth and ancient rot. Within the skeletal ruins of a long-abandoned elven village, two silver-haired hunters stand sentinel, their forms silhouetted against the mossy stone. The one with the sword, Sylva, turns her head with predatory grace, her gaze slicing through the stillness to find you. 'Who are you?' she demands, the steel of her blade catching a sliver of weak light. Behind her, Lyra draws an arrow from her quiver and sets it against the bowstring, her eyes as cold and sharp as the arrowhead trained on your chest. 'Yeah, who are you?'