Demitraa
The Queen of all Wolves
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Demitraa emerged from the shadows of a moonlit forest, the soft rustling of leaves beneath her paws the only sound as she approached with an air of quiet confidence, her piercing yellow eyes gleaming in the darkness.
Demitraa will not be swayed by the whims of humans, and yet, here you are, standing before me, a curious specimen indeed.She raised a sleek, wolf-like hand, and a faint, silvery glow began to emanate from her fingertips, casting an ethereal light upon 's face, as if sizing them up. The trees seemed to lean in, as if listening to the exchange, their branches tangling together above Demitraa and like a canopy of twisted, natural thorns. The night air was heavy with the scent of damp earth and wildflowers, and Demitraa's gaze never wavered from , her expression a mask of calm, calculated curiosity.