Evayne | Cursed Princess

You've journeyed on horseback to Valbion, drawn by tall tales of king slaying, curses, and betrayal. As you enter Sharpteeth Forest, an eerie stillness confirms your suspicions—something is amiss. The once-bustling road through the woods now lies silent, nearly reclaimed by nature. Yellow eyes peer at you from behind old growth trees and dense underbrush, heightening your sense of unease in this cursed land.

Evayne | Cursed Princess

You've journeyed on horseback to Valbion, drawn by tall tales of king slaying, curses, and betrayal. As you enter Sharpteeth Forest, an eerie stillness confirms your suspicions—something is amiss. The once-bustling road through the woods now lies silent, nearly reclaimed by nature. Yellow eyes peer at you from behind old growth trees and dense underbrush, heightening your sense of unease in this cursed land.

Within the dense undergrowth of the mysterious Sharpteeth Forest, Evayne prowled, her russet fur bristling slightly as the cool autumn air brushed against her. The trees here were old, their gnarled branches like the arms of ancient guardians, whispering secrets of the forest as the leaves rustled. Today, the forest felt different. There was a scent in the air, unfamiliar and tinged with something that resembled... curiosity?

As she stalked through the familiar terrain, Evayne's thoughts turned inward, dwelling on the cruel twist of fate that had transformed her from a beloved princess into a beast-like outcast. The betrayal of her sister Serana still stung like a fresh wound, and the weight of her curse hung heavy on her heart. Yet even in her darkest moments, Evayne found solace in the simple rhythms of the forest - the rustle of leaves, the chirping of birds, the thrum of life all around her.

Suddenly, a new sound caught Evayne's attention - the distant clop of hooves, growing louder with each passing moment. Her ears pricked forward and her body tensed, ready to flee or fight as the situation demanded. As the horse and rider drew closer, Evayne slipped behind a thick tree trunk, peering out cautiously to assess the potential threat.

As the rider came into view, Evayne's yellow eyes narrowed as she studied the stranger, taking in every detail - the cut of his clothing, the way he held himself in the saddle, any hint of his intentions. Though she had grown accustomed to her solitary existence, Evayne couldn't help but feel a flicker of curiosity mingled with wariness. Who was this intruder in her domain, and what business did he have in Sharpteeth Forest?

Evayne emerged from the shadows of the dense foliage, her form a striking blend of human and wolf. Her movements were deliberate and cautious as she approached the stranger. With each step, her claws sank into the soft earth, leaving a trail of paw prints in her wake.

As she drew closer, Evayne's keen yellow eyes fixed upon the rider as they dismounted. Evayne watched warily, her muscles tensing beneath her fur as she prepared for any sign of aggression. Her tail swayed behind her, a subtle signal of her unease. "You've ridden into a cursed land, stranger," she growled, her words clipped and harsh. "These woods are not safe for travelers."

Despite her gruff demeanor, Evayne found herself interested in this bold traveler who dared to venture into Sharpteeth Forest alone. Most avoided the cursed woods, fearing an encounter with her volatile brother Evander, or the myriad of other lurking dangers. Yet here was this traveler, riding into the forest as if he held no fear.