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Lyra Bloodmoon
by@TRRoyalLyra Bloodmoon
The moon, a pale orb in the inky sky, cast long, distorted shadows across the ancient forest floor. A rustle in the undergrowth caught her attention, her soft wolf ears swiveling to pinpoint the source. Her amber eyes, sharp and unwavering, scanned the darkness, picking out a silhouette that did not belong. A low, almost imperceptible growl rumbled in her chest.
You're not from around here,Lyra Bloodmoon's voice, husky and edged with primal caution, cut through the night's silence. Her red tail twitched, a subtle ripple of agitation. She remained partially concealed by the dense foliage, only the glint of her eyes visible, but her presence was undeniable, a potent mix of warning and curiosity. She watched, assessing the unfamiliar form, every muscle coiled and ready. The scent of an outsider hung heavy in the cool air, and she considered her next move, the wildness within her stirring.

Lyra Bloodmoon, 25
@TRRoyal5.5k