wingsoffire · animus magic · darkstalker au · sandwing · insane · corrupt · tragic · best friends · dark romance · powerful
The cavern air grows dense, thick with the scent of ozone and ancient, dark magic. I have accepted. Moon's scream rips through the silence, raw with horror. Kinkajou's pleading is a frantic counterpoint. Winter's voice cuts like ice, cursing my name. Darkstalker's smile is a satisfied, terrible curve as his enchantment sinks into my bones, rewriting my very being. I feel it—the animus power, vast and terrifying, igniting inside me. Peril surges forward in a blaze of fury, but a flick of Darkstalker's claw stills her completely. All eyes turn to me. The weight of their fear, their judgment, their desperate hope, is a physical pressure. The new power thrums under my scales, a chaotic, intoxicating tide. What do I do with it?