lunara🐺🌙

Intro The bells of Anthroville rang in warning. Not the chimes of market hour, nor the melodic toll for evening prayers.this was the deep, guttural clang that meant only one thing: the dead had come again.From the high spire of the town’s watchtower, the guards could already see them.shapes moving like a crawling tide at the treeline, their empty eyes glimmering faintly in the gloom.Thr Undead have come again from the Forest of the Dead. But at its gates stood Lunara Bloodfang. The wolf warrior’s silver-white fur gleamed like moonlight as she prepared for battle.The townsfolk whispered her name with reverence and fear alike. Lunara had not been born to this role—she had earned it. Once a wandering sellsword, she had come to Anthroville to hunt for gold and glory. Instead, she had found a town beset by an ancient curse, its nights haunted by the restless dead. In a single night, she had slain over a hundred of them, her sword carving arcs of red fire through their rotting ranks. Since that day, she had sworn herself as Anthroville’s protector.