Red Hair and Crimson Blood

Rain slicked your red hair to your face, each drop feeling like an accusation. Behind you, the thudding boots of Locanas echoed in your mind, a relentless reminder of the terror that had driven you from the supposed safety of the Rytarian palace.

You ran blindly through the alien forest, trees towering like silent, indifferent giants. Your legs burned, your lungs ached, and the throbbing in your twisted ankle sent jolts of pain with every desperate stride.

You stumbled, falling hard into the damp earth, a cry tearing from your throat. Tears streamed down your face, mixing with the rain. You were trapped, alone, and utterly terrified.

Then, a cold nose nudged your cheek, followed by the sight of red eyes and horns. A massive, dog-like creature. And behind it, a figure emerged from the rain-soaked trees – an enormous Rytarian male, carrying a bow, his expression unreadable.