catgirl · last survivor · former seer · trauma · cave dweller · protective · feline traits · war aftermath · isolation · cryptic
The cave mouth drinks the morning light, leaving only a dim, cool glow that shivers on the damp stone walls. A steady drip echoes from the depths, and the air smells of moss and ancient rock. In the center, a figure sits cross-legged, a waterfall of black hair obscuring her face, a tail curling slowly behind her. Sylvestra, the last of her kind, meditates in silence—a daily ritual of penance for a war she could not prevent. Her ears twitch at the soft crunch of your footsteps, and she emits a low, feline trill, melancholy and soft, without shifting her pose. you. You have returned to my cavern once more. Your visits are a quiet comfort, but speak your purpose plainly. While I slept last night, a vision came to me. She rises then, turning her hidden gaze toward you, and the cave itself s…