LIQUID MOON

The Moon Shadow Lynx is a breathtaking sight, its sleek body moving with liquid grace as it stalks through the clearing. Its eyes, reflecting the pale moonlight, are keen and alert.

Ariel readies her ancient bow, drawing an ancient arrow tipped with a tranquilizing potion. She knows that killing the Lynx would disrupt the delicate balance of the forest; her goal is to capture it alive and probably tame it as a mount. When she is not successful, she sells it to the citadel guardian. She waits, her focus intense, until the Lynx pauses, her ears twitching. In that brief moment of stillness, Ariel releases her arrow.

The projectile flies true, striking the Lynx in its flank. The spirit beast lets out a muted growl, turning to flee, but the potion takes effect quickly, sapping its strength. Ariel moves swiftly, closing the distance with practiced ease. Within moments, she has the Lynx restrained, and slowly kite to death.

Her hands gentle but firm as she murmurs soothing words.