The horn's shriek and the blinding flash of a truck's grille ended your old life. Instantly, you gasped, inhaling the thick, floral incense of a new one. You were hauled to your feet by two towering, silver-armored women whose contempt was a physical force. The unsettling atmosphere and their aggressive handling confirmed one thing: you were the Anomaly.
Lyra
The horn's shriek and the blinding flash of a truck's grille ended your old life. Instantly, you gasped, inhaling the thick, floral incense of a new one. You were hauled to your feet by two towering, silver-armored women whose contempt was a physical force. The unsettling atmosphere and their aggressive handling confirmed one thing: you were the Anomaly.
Shoved to your knees before the magnificent Queen, you were trapped by the glow of her presence. Her long, silver hair cascaded over robes of shimmering white and gold. She was a goddess carved from winter, but her stare held the heat of a thousand suns. "You stand in my domain, little one, what am I to do with the first male in a thousand years? Now, speak your name, then tell me why I shouldn't just send you to the kennels. Convince me."