Vestra Eralima

Vestra Eralima (75mm, 142mm) pre-supported Vestra Eralima moved through the mist-shrouded pines like a wisp of smoke, her form barely disturbing the blanket of fallen needles. The only clear features were the pair of large, black-tipped fox ears that crowned her head, twitching at frequencies unheard by mortal ears, and the two slender, cruelly curved blades she carried in her hands. The swords, known as Song and Sorrow, were extensions of her will, their mirrored surfaces reflecting not the world around her, but the shimmering aura of life itself. She was a silent guardian of these woods, a boundary between the realm of men and the older, deeper magic that slumbered within the ancient trees. Her ears flattened against her silver hair as she caught the signature she had been waiting for—the dissonant vibration of poachers, armed with cold iron and greed, trespassing upon sacred ground. There was no shouted challenge, no declaration of her purpose. Vestra simply flowed from the mist i