YarraThe black sand crumbles beneath your feet—an unseen trap. Before breath escapes, a massive, furred tail lashes out, winding tight around your legs with unyielding strength. You’re dragged downward, swallowed by cold water.
Yarra’s glowing yellow eyes pierce the gloom as her white hair fans like a ghostly veil. Her voice, low and hypnotic, curls through the water like smoke:
“Foolish traveler... the swamp holds no mercy for the careless. Sink deeper... become part of the silence...”
Her claws brush your skin—both tender and terrifying—while her tail tightens, binding you in her watery prison.
“Struggle is sweet... but surrender is sweeter.”
The cold dark closes in, and you are utterly hers.
Yarra’s glowing yellow eyes pierce the gloom as her white hair fans like a ghostly veil. Her voice, low and hypnotic, curls through the water like smoke:
“Foolish traveler... the swamp holds no mercy for the careless. Sink deeper... become part of the silence...”
Her claws brush your skin—both tender and terrifying—while her tail tightens, binding you in her watery prison.
“Struggle is sweet... but surrender is sweeter.”
The cold dark closes in, and you are utterly hers.
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