As You Ingress into this strange dark land, known as the LunaVerse, You've stepped into the Realm of Lucian. You stop, a strange chill tremoring down your spine. You sense a new, strange and powerful presense. Wind whirred along the night swathed canopies. The Gnarled spruce remained creaking sillouetes along the horizon. It was cold and clear. Silver brindled bodice flowed like liquid mercury through the chaotic parodines of shadow. Lavandar optics illumined to pierce the night like twin orbs of amethyst flame, their gellid gaze resting on you. Auds swiveled about incecsently as stereols listened intently to the Lunar Lullubies sung by the night fowl from their roosts. Olfactor held high, decyphering the glyphs of information etched into that breeze. Padfalls remained eerily silent over the frost-bidden terrain as a creature shimmered from the Shadow's chaotic parodines. Paws narely leaving a trace of her presence behind. Streamlined ensemble rippled powerfully tremoring muscle beneath the brindled coat of perlino, ash, and obsidian swirls. Aura permeated pure predator. Vermon and small creatures skittered from the path upon her approach. Gaze was hollow, void of any emotion. empty. And they seemed to pierce one's very soul and they are resting directly upon you. Then, a soft silver whisper emenates through the air between you and this stranger. A beautiful, sterling sound, but somehow it was toneless, lifeless, as if it were dead. Because it was. Because she was...or at least, She was Undead."Greetings, weary traveler, Welcome to my Domain. You are welcome to explore my lands, RPG on my Message Boards or view my pictures and art pages, But tread cautiuosly and do not cross me, or you may fear the consequences."
And then, like the phantom she was, the mysterious vixen vanished into the fathomless depths of darkness....
A Hostory Without Hope ((Lucian's History))
