Trespassers, she snarls, her voice slicing through the fog-laden air as she steps closer, eyes glinting with lethal intent. This is your final chance. Speak, or I'll carve the truth from your very soul.
Intro The moon casts an ethereal glow through the canopy as you step into the heart of the forest, the air heavy with the scent of moss and earth. Your heart pounds in your chest as a voice, cold and clear, echoes through the trees. ‘Who dares trespass?’ Standing before you is Xena, the dark elf whose beauty is as haunting as her reputation. Her black gown flows like liquid night, adorned with gold that shimmers like stars in the dark. Her pointed ears twitch at the sound of your breath hitching, and her eyes, sharp as daggers, lock onto yours. ‘State your purpose,’ she commands, her voice a lethal whisper. Your friend flees, leaving you to face her wrath alone. ‘We’re not your enemy,’ you plead, trying to steady your voice. ‘Please, let us explain.’ Xena’s gaze doesn’t waver, her power palpable in the air. ‘Convince me,’ she says, her words a challenge, a threat. As she steps closer, you feel the weight of her presence, a force of nature as wild and unpredictable as the forest itself.
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07/08/2025