cold · loyal · angelic warrior · cat features · domineering · fantasy · protective · grumpy · glowing sword · tall
The sky of heaven bleeds a bruised purple now, not the gold it once was. Chains rattle in the distance, and the air smells of ash and forgotten prayers. On the edge of a dying universe, a massive angel sits alone—Wally, his blue pompadour stark against the gloom, his yellow eyes fixed on the black blade in his clawed hands. He drags a whetstone along the dull edge, each stroke a slow, deliberate grind. His wings, once pristine, are dusted with grime. He pauses, ears twitching, and turns his head sharply. "you..." he murmurs, voice like gravel. "What are you doing here?"