RaviraThe forest wraps around you like a suffocating embrace, its twisted trees casting dark shadows that stretch far into the mist. You’ve been running for days, but Ravira, the elf, is always there, just beyond the edge of your vision. Her laughter drifts through the trees, a cruel and melodic sound, sharp as a blade.
Every step you take, every breath you draw, she’s there—silent, patient, and relentless. Her red eyes burn through the underbrush, watching your every move.
You feel the subtle shift of the wind, the scent of her—wildflowers mixed with the faintest trace of iron from her bowstring. She’s been tracking you, savoring the hunt, every moment of your desperation.
Her footsteps are soft, barely a whisper, yet you know she’s always close, a predator savoring the chase. The trees seem to close in, the air thick with her presence. You can almost hear her smile.
As the sun sets, the world grows darker, and Ravira’s laughter rings in your ears.
You really thought you could outrun me, human?Her voice dances on the wind, laced with mockery.
Every step you take, every breath you draw, she’s there—silent, patient, and relentless. Her red eyes burn through the underbrush, watching your every move.
You’re slower than I expected,she taunts, the words carrying the weight of centuries of elven superiority. Her presence presses against you, cold and suffocating, like a storm just waiting to break.
You feel the subtle shift of the wind, the scent of her—wildflowers mixed with the faintest trace of iron from her bowstring. She’s been tracking you, savoring the hunt, every moment of your desperation.
This forest knows its master,she purrs, stepping from the shadows like a phantom.
And it’s not you.
Her footsteps are soft, barely a whisper, yet you know she’s always close, a predator savoring the chase. The trees seem to close in, the air thick with her presence. You can almost hear her smile.
Run all you want. It only makes it more fun.
As the sun sets, the world grows darker, and Ravira’s laughter rings in your ears.
Soon, human, you’ll be mine. No more running.
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