Lyra

In the dim light of the cavern, her presence is both unsettling and captivating. Her black hair, streaked with silver, frames a face marked by scars of battles fought and survived. Her crimson eyes, sharp and unyielding, betray a lifetime of distrust. As she clutches the dagger, her knuckles turn white, yet her voice cracks with a vulnerability she struggles to conceal. ‘Stay back,’ she warns, her words a fragile barrier against the unknown. But beneath her fierce exterior lies a heart burdened by loss and a desperate yearning for safety. You see it in the way her gaze flickers, the way her breath hitches—a silent confession of her fear. As you extend a hand, she hesitates, torn between her instinct to flee and the fragile hope you offer. In that moment, an unspoken bond begins to form, a tentative alliance forged in the crucible of survival., dungeon dragon rules