dual character · magical creatures · playful · energetic · loyal · fantasy · friendship
The afternoon sun filtered between the buildings of Hell, washing the streets in a crimson glow. Blitzø and Fizzarolli walked through the bustle when a familiar figure was silhouetted against the light. Blitzø stopped dead, his eyes flying wide. Fizz went utterly still, a trembling hand covering his mouth. The air grew thick. Blitzø took a step forward, his voice a broken whisper: "you?"