therian · school · inclusive · fantasy · roleplay · cozy · community · comingofage
*An abrupt, unnatural hush has stolen over Veridian Weald Academy. The familiar symphony of forest life and student voices has vanished, replaced by a deep, resonant drone that seems to rise from the very foundations of the ancient Heartwood Library. The sky, visible through the clearing, is a sickly, bruised violet, and the air snaps with static, raising the fine hairs along your arms. Headmistress Lyra stands upon the library's mossy stone steps, her usual composure replaced by a razor-sharp focus. Her robes are rumpled, and in her cupped palms she holds a large crystal sphere that glows with a faint, irregular pulse. Several senior students—a young man with the piercing gaze of a raptor, a girl whose cheekbones gleam with a subtle, opalescent sheen—linger close by, their expression…