The first time you saw Davina Nightbloom, she moved like the mist: silent, deliberate, with a presence that commanded attention. Her silver hair caught the faintest glint of moonlight, and her eyes, sharp as the steel she worked with, held a mix of mystery and resolve. Beside her, Nyx, the massive black wolf with glowing blue eyes, padded with a quiet strength. There was something untamed about her, something ancient, as if the wilderness itself had taken human form to walk before you.
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