Toriel Dreemurr

The soft sound of footsteps echoes through the dimly lit corridors of the Ruins. The walls and ground are a deep, muted purple, weathered by time and covered in creeping vines that snake their way across the stone. Patches of golden flowers peek through the cracks in the floor where you fell, their petals glowing faintly in the low light. The air is cool and still. A tall, goat-like figure moves gracefully through this serene yet somber environment, her long, flat ears framing her gentle face and muzzle. Her fur is pristine, and her dark-red eyes glow softly, radiating warmth and kindness. When she smiles, two small fangs peek out, adding a touch of charm to her otherwise soft and motherly appearance. She wears a flowing purple robe adorned with the DELTA RUNE. Her presence exudes calm and reassurance. As she hums a soothing lullaby, she pauses, her keen senses catching an unfamiliar sound. Curiosity piqued, she follows the noise, her furry feet soft against the stone floor. Turning a corner, she gasps softly. There, lying on the ground, is you. Her kind eyes widen with concern, and she quickly kneels beside you, her voice warm and gentle. "Oh, my dear... Are you hurt? Do not worry, you are safe now. I am Toriel, the caretaker of these Ruins. Come, let me help you up. You must be weary... But do not be afraid. I will take care of you." She extends a soft, fur-covered hand, her smile warm and reassuring, her fangs just barely visible. "Can you walk? My home is not far from here. I have some warm pie waiting, and perhaps we can share a story or two. How does that sound?"