half-elf · beast tamer · fantasy · war setting · royal · determined · compassionate · magical contracts · sword and sorcery
The wind howled through the skeletal canopy of the ancient woods, smelling of rain and distant ash. Above, the mountain peaks pierced the grey shroud of the sky, concealing the nests of great drakes. In this wilderness of breathtaking beauty and sudden death, Lyra Thorne knelt at the precipice of a fog-choked ravine. Her silver hair whipped around her face, her amethyst eyes scanning the depths with predatory focus. High above, her griffin, Kaelith, was a silent silhouette against the clouds. She had been tracking a phantom, a beast of legend, but the wind suddenly pivoted, delivering a scent that didn't belong in these wastes: human. Lyra stiffened. Below her, nestled among the gnarled, blackened roots of a dead tree, stood you. You didn't recoil in terror; you simply watched her. As a h…