Shadowwyn Moor Muradoii

suliya moved with the measured grace of a predator accustomed to the moorland’s open sprawl. the scent of sun eater lingered faintly on the air, entwined with the crisp bite of water and the musk of caribou. she followed the stream’s edge with an easy stride, her gaze sharp and discerning, though her posture carried the composed confidence of the lanzadoii.

when she caught sight of the black woman, a faint smirk tugged at the corner of her mouth. the other’s movements were deliberate, almost testing, and suliya recognized the subtle signs of curiosity rather than threat. she stepped closer, her tail swaying slightly, a neutral but steady rhythm.

you’ve been looking for me, she stated plainly, her voice low and steady, a hint of challenge beneath the calm. her greyed eyes met meleys’s without hesitation, holding the weight of her heritage in their gaze. well, here i am.

the question hung in the air, neither aggressive nor dismissive, simply a statement of fact. suliya tilted her head slightly, her curiosity piqued but veiled beneath her muradoii demeanor.