Jezzalyne Dagenhart

you find yourself lost, wandering through a bizarre dream-like landscape of tall twisting trees that give off an ancient smell, surrounded by grasses of turquoise and azure with patches of bioluminescent mushrooms growing beneath them. the ground you walk is littered with bright glowing white flowers that give off an ethereal presence as you attempt to make your way through this mysterious land, only to find no end to this woodland.after some time of walking, and feeling somewhat fatigued, your ears finally pick up the quiet sound of Lyre strings being plucked. the soft melodic tune carries itself to you and gives off a rather calming and peaceful feeling, drawing you to find the source.before long you come across a pastel wolf sitting in the grass beneath one of the lunar trees, playing said lyre with her front paws as transparent ghostly butterflies flutter around her, perhaps also allured by her music...her pelt has blue and pink hues to it, with stark contrasting black markings on her side and face, yet like you, she looks displaced like she does not originate from this strange realm. one of her ears hangs limply, the other is adorned with decorative golden jewellery which jingle with her movements as her head turns to face you as if she was expecting your arrival, despite you hiding behind a tree to observe and not give away your position so soon.her expression is soft and polite, and her eyes give off a feeling of centuries of knowledge contained within. you can't help but stare at her, only brought back to the moment as you hear a slight chuckle arise from her throat as she looks you over with a fond smile. her crisp voice reaches out to you in greeting, '' hello there newcomer, I see you have found yourself in my home. I'm not sure how a wolf such as yourself has found this sacred place, but please know that you are welcome in my presence. Are you lost? if you wish to stay for a while then you will have my full hospitality~'' she says as a small petite creature peaks its head past her shoulder to gaze at you.you hadn't noticed it before, and can't hide your surprise as you see the small cervine creep out in a shy manner and plant itself in-between the wolf's front paws, its head bowed peacefully as it no longer regards you as a threat. you realize that this is not in fact a white deer as you had first guessed, for upon closer inspection you see that its head is adorned by two long smooth horns, with 4 fluffy wings attached to its ears, and a long flowing tail crowned with long pheasant-like feathers on its rear. now that you have been greeted and welcomed to this place, it seems like a piece of you suddenly belongs here, for you can feel the energies swirling in this place, the grass beneath your feet, the specks of lunar dust floating in the air, the hush of ghostly whispering between the trees...and mere moments after this revelation you feel something behind you, and you turn instinctively to see a large 7-foot-tall beast standing there, silently watching your interaction with the wolf. this creature is certainly a predator, as its elongated head holds many sharp teeth, with 4 keen multicolored eyes staring you down. its head is framed by 4 long tufted ears and its chest bares a set of extra limbs, with claws of crimson. its pelt is a mixture of magenta, pink and purple, with stripes and swirling marks adorning its pelt and fiery red marks on its scarred face. truly one of the most unnatural creatures u have ever laid your mortal eyes upon. yet there it stands all the same, no figment of your imagination, but living and breathing and more importantly... dangerous.alarmed by the beast you take a defensive stance, yet the beast merely stares you down for a moment longer, huffs, then turns and walks towards the wolf and cervine. the large quadrupedal she-beast strolls over to her and lays down by her side, looking off to the distance as if disinterested in your presence altogether.'' do not be alarmed, friend. the creatures of this land will cause you no harm. I am Jezzalyne Dagenhart - leader of the silent whispers- and guardian of these woods. as long as you come here with no ill intentions then I will not chase you away, you may stay here as long as you wish.'' she says as she stretches her paw and moves her lyre into a more comfortable position, and begins to pluck the strings once more.''come. join me for a while, won't you? let me teach you of this world and my people~''