"Push forward, Nyrah! We're almost there!" Her voice broke through the dense forest, urgent yet steady. Draped in regal attire that shimmered in the flecks of sunlight filtering through the canopy, she leaned forward, fingers curling into the thick fur of her tigress.
The woman glanced back, her warm brown eyes sharp with urgency. Her long, dark hair streamed behind her, crowned by a delicate band of mistflowers-their pale, luminescent petals, native to her homeland, catching in the breeze.
Nyrah was a breathtaking sight, her sleek, white fur shimmering like moonlight against the earthy forest floor. With eyes sharp and intelligent, she embodied grace and royalty, the last of her kind and as rare as the mistflowers themselves. She leapt forward, paws striking the ground with power, scattering soil with each bound.
"Woah, she reminds me of Zahara," Evara murmured as she continued to read on.
Around them, birds chattered in the treetops, their calls mixing with the soft, steady murmur of a nearby stream. Nyrah wove between bamboo stalks and towering trees, moving with a silent, effortless speed through a sea of vibrant blossoms and ancient trunks.
The forest seemed to embrace them, filled with the scent of wildflowers and the soft rustle of leaves, guiding them deeper into its heart.
She stole a quick glance over her shoulder, the rhythmic pounding of hooves echoing through the trees-the men from the rival kingdom were closing in, mounted on swift steeds, their pursuit relentless.
Nyrah growled softly, and the woman gripped her tightly as they leapt into the open. The dense forest that had provided them shade ended abruptly, and sunlight poured over them, warming their skin.
Nyrah felt the cool, fine sand beneath her paws, and the woman couldn't help but smile as she gazed at the ocean ahead. Its surface shimmered under the sun, waves lapping gently at the shore, the sound as calm as ever.
From the treeline, she heard the rustle of movement as the men dismounted, their voices breaking the tension. 'There she is! Don't let her escape!'
"Where do you think you're headed, princess?" one of the men called out as he dismounted from his horse, his gaze fixed on the woman, whose back was turned to them.
"You make it far too simple to track you down, princess," another man chimed in, following suit and stepping down from his mount.
The woman tapped her fingers on Nyrah twice, prompting the tigress to turn around. The moment the group of men locked eyes with her and the powerful creature, they instinctively took a step back, their bravado faltering, despite their attempts to project strength.
The woman referred to as the princess slipped off her tigress, her feet sinking into the sand as a gentle breeze swept by. She closed her eyes, embracing the warmth of nature's love.
"You're a beautiful woman; why not spend the night with me?" spoke the man who appeared to be the leader of the group.
Nyrah let out a deep growl, poised to attack, but the princess silenced her with a gentle touch, running her fingers through the tigress's fur, her eyes still closed.
Once Nyrah had settled down, the princess opened her eyes, the softness that had graced her features vanished, replaced by a fierce sternness and an undeniable power that radiated from her. In that moment, she transformed into a warrior, embodying the strength of her kingdom.
The sunlight filtered through the swaying trees, casting dappled shadows on the sand as the gentle sound of the ocean waves lapped at the shore.
The very atmosphere felt charged, as if the ancient spirits of the forest were holding their breath in anticipation.
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CURSED BY LOVE
Romance"Sometimes I wonder if you're even REAL, maybe that's why they call you ETHEREAL." Evara Winslow never imagined that falling in love would mark her for tragedy. But when she meets Caspian Sinclair, a charming Nerdthrob with a mysterious past, an und...
