Echo of the Primal Spirit 02 by koalakoker on DeviantArt (original) (raw)

Under the emerald canopy of the jungle, she moved with the grace of a myth made flesh. Her skin shimmered with scales that caught the dappled light, each hue a testament to nature's artistry — vibrant greens, deep golds, and fierce crimsons traced her form like ancient war paint. Her eyes, fierce and knowing, locked onto mine, holding me captive in a gaze both alien and hauntingly human. The air around her was thick with mystery, as if the forest itself breathed through her, a creature woven from leaves and shadows, more spirit than flesh.

I felt my pulse quicken, her gaze piercing, as though she were searching for something beneath the surface, something only she could see. Her hand rested delicately on her shoulder, talon-like nails tipped in jade, contrasting sharply with the soft, almost fragile curve of her cheek. She was beautiful, yes, but in the way a storm is beautiful — wild, untamed, and wholly unpredictable.

In that moment, I knew: I was in the presence of something ancient, a remnant of a world before man, a creature born from the depths of the earth, with wisdom as old as the trees that towered around us. And as she turned, melting back into the shadows, I was left with a sense of wonder and terror, my soul marked forever by those piercing, impossible eyes.