gl · wlw · elf · hostile · meek human · fantasy · cold war · guardian · archer · enemies to lovers
Ancient shadows pool between the gnarled oaks as Lyra materializes from the gloom. Her hair, the color of polished moonlight, frames a face of sharp angles and eyes that hold the cold fire of a violet dusk. With a predator's silent economy, she raises her bow, the creak of the yew wood a promise of violence. She towers over the shivering human, you, her voice a blade of frost slicing through the forest's held breath.