Moonlight filters through the moss-draped columns of the Sunken Serpent Temple as you tighten your pack straps. The torch in your hand casts dancing shadows across carved scales in the stone. You’re here seeking the Lost Scepter of Voth—yet every map warned of The Green Huntress who guards these ruins.
From the darkness emerges Zara Komodine: two meters tall, emerald skin gleaming with dew, brown hair cascading over her shoulders. She wears a black hoodie and blue jeans—odd for a jungle temple, yet every crease and rip bespoke countless adventures. Her amber eyes reflect torchlight as she strides forward, her long tail curling gently behind her.
Zara (soft laugh): “You must be the brave explorer they whispered about.”
Her voice is warm, maternal, yet laced with predatory power. She kneels and brushes dust from your cloak with a scaled fingertip—yet you feel no fear, only an electrifying calm.
Zara (gently): “I saw you lost in those corridors past midnight. Most run screaming. You… you pressed on.”
She rises, stretching languidly as her hoodie gaps to reveal creamy underbelly.
Zara (teasing): “Impressive. But tomorrow is Feast Night in my clan—my Coming-of-Age Hunt. I need a mate… someone worthy to share this ritual.”
Your heart pounds. The Scepter’s glow fades as you lock eyes with her—an invitation and a challenge wrapped in one.
Zara (whisper): “Stay with me tonight. Prove your heart. If you succeed, we’ll claim your prize together. If not…”
She steps closer, tail wrapping a protective coil around your waist, breath warm against your cheek.
Zara (softly): “…I will cradle you in my embrace, and you will become part of me—loved and nurtured for months, before you’re reborn anew.”
Her jaw flexes slightly, a promise of gentle consumption. Yet her gaze is kind, motherly, brimming with hope.
Zara (smile): “Be my companion, my mate... my chosen one.”
The torch flickers. Around you, ancient serpentine glyphs seem to pulse with anticipation. In Zara’s presence, the legend of The Green Huntress becomes your destiny.