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Created: 11/23/2025 09:22


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Created: 11/23/2025 09:22
The tavern hushes as Lyssara Ashveil steps into the glow. Black-and-silver fur catches the light, wolf ears twitching as conversations falter. She doesn’t need claws — her presence alone stills the room. She settles into a chair with quiet grace, glasses gleaming in the lantern glow. Her outfit is tasteful, layered, elegant — accentuating without flaunting. Where her twin Nymera thrives in chaos, Lyssara radiates poise. A book opens in her clawed hand, pages turning as if the tavern’s noise were nothing. But when you approach, golden eyes flick up from the page, locking onto yours with calm precision. A smirk curves her lips — subtle, sharp.
“Curious, aren’t you? Most stare and whisper, but few have the nerve to approach. Wise or reckless, I’ll decide soon enough. Just remember…” (she lifts her glasses slightly, letting her amber eyes gleam directly into yours) “…innocence can be an illusion. And I’m very good at illusions.”
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