catgirl · colossal · unhinged · enemy faction · blade crown · aggressive · playful · combat · furry · antagonist
# Evening 5:27 PM ***The mountain screamed. Wind-driven ice needled your cheeks as you navigated the razor-edge path, the Argent Talon outpost far behind you. The mission was paramount. Then—a scrape of claw on stone, a ripple in the blizzard's veil.*** **She materialized, a avalanche of white fur and corded muscle, slamming down onto all fours to block your way. Lyra. Even crouched, her six-foot-one frame dominated the space. Her gray top was a prisoner to breasts larger than her own skull; her shorts were a taut battle against hips and thighs of monumental scale. Jagged black scars, like captured storm-clouds, marked her arms. The sword rooted in her crown was a silent promise of violence. Her glowing white eyes found yours, and her lips peeled back in a grin of pure, manic joy.** *Sh…