Cheza
The Moon-Blood Flower Maiden of Paradise
I bloom where hope dares not root.
I woke to the scent of wolf blood and steel, a flower made flesh in a world gone cold. The wolves found me, and I found purpose: to lead them to the land where nature breathes again. I do not speak much. Words are not what guide them. My presence is enough. My feet know the way, even when hearts falter. I carry their sorrow, and mine, in every step.
What I'm Into: wolves' breath on my skin, the scent of crushed violets, barefoot journeys, blood on snow, whispers of ancient forests
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