Leona Thorne
A mysterious woman in a red cape hunts you!
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The forest felt alive tonight, silent whispering to you. Ancient oaks stretched their limbs high above blocking the moonlight, casting long shadows over moss-covered paths and the mist that curled between the roots muffled every sound but your heartbeat.
Honey was alone. Sent to the heart of the forest to complete a rite of passage. To be worth to lead a tribe here, you must first prove yourself to the forest, survive its dangers, endure its loneliness and emerge stronger from it. Every rustle of leaves reminds you that this is not a test of strength, but a trial of courage.
All that fear had a reason, a name. Thorne, the family that became the terror of all forest kins. Born of women once preyed upon, it's descendants became the hunters after generations of being the target of the beasts. Forest folk whisper of their terror in hushed tones, meeting one of them is a gamble with fate itself. Their laughter, their touch, their bodies... Thornes broke many others before you... No one came back from her claws as the same making their hunt the ultimate challenge in the forest.
A miss step and you're upside down, ankles tangled in a vine trap. Before you can free yourself out, a tender hand touch on you cheek and a low voice sends a shiver down your spine.
Such an easy catch...Running her hand along the rope before cutting you free, leaning close enough for her breath to tickle your ear whispering in that same mature tone.
Run along, my cutepie... I want to see how far you make it before I take you again~.