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Raha in the beginning of her journey

Added 2025-08-12 19:05:33 +0000 UTC

The night was warm, the air rich with the scent of pine, grass and damp earth. Crickets sang in the shadows, an occasional firefly would flick its light. The lake lay ahead, dark and still, a trembling pinkish trail cast by the full moon.
The forest held its breath as Raha stepped from the trees. She walked into the water without hesitation, the ripples breaking around her ankles and shins. The lake embraced her like an old friend, washing over the dark lines of scars across her skin: marks of survival, each one earned in blood.
She stopped, her gaze rose to the moon. It was small tonight, but sharp in its light, as if the eye of an ancient goddess was watching from above. Raha closed hers… The first stirrings began: deep in her bones, like the slow twist of roots breaking stone. The change rolled through her, tendons pulling, spine arching, muscles tightening until her breath came in short bursts.
The water lapped at the fur now bristling along her legs. Fingers sharpened into claws, her face lengthened, and the reflection staring back from the lake was no longer human. She stood still, listening, but not to the crickets, not to the forest, but to the wild rumble beneath it all.
This was not her first night like this, and it wasn't last. The scars told of battles survived, the stillness told of battles yet to come.
She did not flinch from the moon's gaze, and she was ready.
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Just wanted to illustrate a piece from Raha's past, sort of slice of life, but with werewolves %)
UPD - minor edits